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 the 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 cause 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 youre 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 was 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 rock1