The weather were fair to middling So a daytrip was decided Vera chose her coat for best After all it was the seaside And the handbag with the fiddly catch That sometimes nipped her finger But it matched her coat and Sunday shoes And it really didn't matter No it really didn't matter Albert Shaw Brylcreamed his hair Trimmed the day before A little bit short around the nape Never mind it'll grow An extra helping for Daisy They'd probably get back late Since she had those kittens She could do with some extra weight She could do with some extra weight Closing the door behind them They tottered up to Town Street To catch the seaside special Half a crown for OAPs And Vera patted herself ont' back As they happened to bag the front seats Albert gets a bit gippy If he sits above the back wheel If he sits above the back wheel Sooner than later they get there And find a spot on the pier Splashed out on ham for the pack-up Compulsory flask o' tea Preferring cheese and pickle Albert soldiered on Knowing ham meant a sacrifice And he wasn't one to moan No he wasn't one to moan Perusing the throng with cornets in hand The Shaws could listen for free The sound of the Wurlitzer playing ‘Oh I do like to be by the sea' The children evoke a memory Of holding her little girl's hand She thought she heard Jeanie's giggle The day she caught that crab The day she caught that crab Trundling towards to the coach Vera leaves plenty of time Albert moves a bit slower these days No more rush of the 9 to 5 Later as they pull up at Town Street They bump into Jeanie and Steve Have you enjoyed your daytrip mum? Vera says it were real