With My Little Stick Of Blackpool - George Formby

Every year when summer comes round, off to the sea I go.

I don’t care if I do spend a pound, I’m rather rash I know.

See me dressed like all the sports, in my blazer and a pair of shorts.

With my little stick of Blackpool Rock, along the promenade I stroll.

It may be sticky but I never complain, it’s nice to have a nibble at it now and

again

Every day wherever I stray the kids all round me flock.

One afternoon the band conductor up on his stand

Somehow lost his baton — it flew out of his hand

So I jumped in his place and then conducted the band

With my little stick of Blackpool Rock

With my little stick of Blackpool Rock,

Along the promenade I stroll,

In my pocket it got stuck I could tell

'Cos when I pulled it out I pulled my shirt off as well

Every day wherever I stray the kids all round me flock.

A girl while bathing clung to me, my wits had to use

She cried, «I'm drowning, and to save me, you won’t refuse»

I said, «Well if you’re drowning then I don’t want to lose

My little stick of Blackpool Rock.»

With my little stick of Blackpool Rock,

Along the promenade I stroll

In the ballroom I went dancing each night

No wonder every girl that danced with me, stuck to me tight

Every day wherever I stray the kids all round me flock.

A fellow took my photograph it cost one and three.

I said when it was done, «Is that supposed to be me?»

«You've properly mucked it up the only thing I can see is

My little stick of Blackpool Rock.»