WITH MY LITTLE STICK OF BLACK ROCK

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 I'd 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."