Goole is where I’m off this week 

I’ve heard the fishing museums Unique  

I walk and stare at the ground  

Reminding me it’s a historic port town 

its special relationship  with Gibraltar Rock

Is the same as I have with my dirty…  sock

 

So... I’m on my way to Goole 

Under my arm is my best cagoule  

My Happiness  level never does drop 

But one things for sure the rain never stops. 

I’ll head to the stage. The mic in my hand   

Let’s just hope I don’t get seriously panned

 

So... as long as I’m able 

To tell this old fable  

Goole isn’t just a town 

But the jewel in Yorkshire’s crown 

so let me just speak up

So we can finally now...

have a proper knees up