Avast! They're leaving town two by two,
As the rain pours down and we're all soaked through
And as they march away, two by two,
It's like we need an ark for the rest of us
So I'll cut my hair short and I'll make a flag from an old black dress that I'd have worn if it hadn't rained so much that the seven hills became seven seas
And I'll sail my house from Broomhill to Walkley
Pretty Polly is a pigeon, she's got a gammy leg and she'll eat anything
I've got an eye patch with a hole in cos I don't need to navigate by stars - I use the road signs and the Arts Tower
Still the rains come
So I'll cut my hair short and I'll make a flag from an old black dress that I'd have worn if it hadn't rained so much that the seven hills became seven seas
And I'll sail my house from Crookes to Don Valley
You can be my cabin boy and I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Eddie, and Eddie when you call me you can call me Captain
So I'll cut my hair short and I'll make a flag from an old black dress that I'd have worn if it hadn't rained so much that the seven hills became seven seas
And I'll sail my house from Fulwood to High Green
As the rain pours down and we're all soaked through
And as they march away, two by two,
It's like we need an ark for the rest of us
So I'll cut my hair short and I'll make a flag from an old black dress that I'd have worn if it hadn't rained so much that the seven hills became seven seas
And I'll sail my house from Broomhill to Walkley
Pretty Polly is a pigeon, she's got a gammy leg and she'll eat anything
I've got an eye patch with a hole in cos I don't need to navigate by stars - I use the road signs and the Arts Tower
Still the rains come
So I'll cut my hair short and I'll make a flag from an old black dress that I'd have worn if it hadn't rained so much that the seven hills became seven seas
And I'll sail my house from Crookes to Don Valley
You can be my cabin boy and I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Eddie, and Eddie when you call me you can call me Captain
So I'll cut my hair short and I'll make a flag from an old black dress that I'd have worn if it hadn't rained so much that the seven hills became seven seas
And I'll sail my house from Fulwood to High Green