(I'm sure Adele would like to team up with a singing talent like me!)

 

There’s a fire burning in my hearth

It’s warm there and it’s cosy – no need for gloves or scarf

But I must be demented and not right in the head

Or easily persuaded – I’m on the beach instead.

 

The wind it is howling and the waves are pounding in

My toe dips in the North Sea – it’s time I must begin

My nudger’s receded to the size of a pip

It’s threatened by the prospect of the Hornsea New Year Dip

 

I wade up to my cozzie still I’m confident and brave

But didn’t bank on being somersaulted by a wave.

Over and over as I did some backward flips

Whose bright idea was it to do the Hornsea New Year Dip.

 

By Christ it’s bloody cold

Rolling in the deep.

I tumbled and I rolled

Rolling in the deep.

 

My lips are blue and and my fingers and my toes

Have got no feeling and my cock has nearly froze

I try to stand but this shingle gives no grip

Whose bright idea was it to do the Hornsea New Year Dip?

 

By Christ it’s bloody cold

Rolling in the deep.

I tumbled and I rolled

Rolling in the deep.