The rainfall in Morecambe embitters me,
It [bad word] my hair and stings my cheeks,
But you know that I am fond of you,
And all the things were yet to do.

Procrastination, pay no heed of time,
Pursue romance and beak and wine,
But you know that theyre all fond of you,
And all the things you claim youll do.

You will meet her by the statue,
And youll tell her what she wants to hear,
Dont you know that young hearts [bad word] so easily,
And you sound like Billy Liar, My Dear.

Local girl put your heart in his hands,
Should it fall apart understand,
 [bad word] say) You know that I am fond of you,
And all the things we will never do.

Her heart
Her heart
Her heart