Lyrics

Gonna pack my bags And drive to the coast See my mum and dad (hello, Justin) And friends that I miss the most I've got a thousand people to see Instead I'm gonna get out on the Waveney Five knots we're heading out to Burgh Marine To the Northeast Sea there's ever been And I'm eastbound, baby Gonna get hooked up With an East Coast lady Eastbound and up I've got the tackle And I got the bait I cast with precision And I just wait Before the last of the evening light I know I'm gonna get a bite I swear this rod will never leave my palms Until she is in my arms Oh, when I'm eastbound, baby Gonna get hooked up With an East Coast lady Eastbound and up Ay Jus, where we going tonight then? Yeah, I suppose we'll have a couple in the Green Jacks Then get down the George Bar I'm not sot sure if I like the beer in there, it's a bit sour sometimes So we'll have one in the Wherry Oh, Gin and tonic or summink Couple in the Commodore or Lady of the Lake, maybe? Meet up in the Dutchmans Then we'll go up to the Fighting Cocks, Morning Star, Hank's Bar Notleys, The Crown, The Triangle Tavern It'll be fuckin' ace! The tide is turning, I'm running out of luck And it looks like I am stuck What makes you think that I would ever give a fuck When I'm eastbound, baby Gonna get hooked up With an East Coast lady Eastbound and up, aw!
Writer(s): Justin Hawkins, Daniel Hawkins, Francis Patterson, Rufus Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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