Barrow In Furness is great
Providing you're there about eight
If you stay there 'till dark
You're in for a lark
'Cos you can't get a bus home 'till late.
There was an ugly Bess from Barrow-in-Furness
who loved to have a man and a sexy caress
She liked to have it off in a nuclear sub
or a Walney Island rusty old tub
Bess the Barrow prozzie with less than success
Barrow in Furness is a stones throw
From Seascale, don't you know.
If you look in your dish
At a locally caught fish
You'll notice a strange orange glow
Barrow in Furness, the Lake District disgrace
full of shipyards, drunks, an awful rundown place
A town where the women are built like men
and the men are all called Madeleine
Abbey Road bound dressed in steel, nylon and lace.