Let me take you out to the Black Country tonight
And we can stay there for a while
Somewhere that will bore, with no attractions, with nothing to do
So as to have your ear, if not the rest of you
And if the blue sky beckons you
Look to the ground and listen once more
To a little illuminated what-for
Every patch lies covered by an eyesore
Let me take you out to the Black Country so bleak
And we can stay there for a week
In minute detail, I will outline my position on your decision
To make a clean break with cruel precision
And if the dross dissuaded you
Look in my eyes and tell me what for
And if it's me you'll drop in an eyesore
In an eyesore