(Intro) (x4) Girl of my dreams says she’s gonna pick me up in the morning Gonna head south-west, spend two weeks living in the sunshine We’ve got the best room booked in the best hotel on the seafront Hard-boiled eggs on a beach with a Blue Flag status. Westward Ho! Westward Ho! Fairground bound gonna have a little tussle with a claw crane She meanwhile may like to see what’s going on in Northam A Devon cream tea around half past three would be splendid Crazy golf with a Swedish couple we befriended. Westward Ho! (x4) Westward Ho! Why is my fortnight suddenly coming to a standstill? And why is Frank Ifield jumping up and down on a windmill? And why is my girl getting married to a plasterer from Bacup? Phoebus sinks and it all goes dark and then I wake up. Westward Ho! Westward Ho! Westward Ho! What a let-down, what a let down What a let-down, what a- Westward Ho! What a let-down, what a let-down What a let-down, what a let-down.