Oh,I did like to grow up in old Teesside
The wind blew in from Billingham, ICI
I had asthma and bronchitis
The Tees gave me neuritis
Yet Redcar beach will always give me joy.
I did like to fall off Cliffs in Saltburn
The Langdale pikes near put me in an urn
I broke my legs and fingers
When I fell right through a window
Yet I’m still here and want to love and earn
I tried to learn to sail off Whitby
The East wind and the salt var’ nearly killed me
I always took the hard road
Learned euphemistic bar codes
I love the sandy shore and the wide sea
I once passed an hour and more in Malton
I had a cup of tea and they put salt in
It kills the germs and vermin
Which therefore will determine
Whether Trump will always be a toxin
