Aa wanted te gan te Blaydon Races
But aa had nee money in me pockets
Aa asked me mate te lend us a few quid
But he said he'd spent it aall on rockets

Aa thought aa'd try te hitch a ride
On the 'bus that was heavy laden
But the driver said he was full up
And aa'd have te walk te Blaydon

Aa set off alang the Scotswood Road
Wi' me hopes and spirits sinkin'
Aa passed the foaks alang the way
They aall looked at us like aa was stinkin'

Aa finally gat te Paradise
But aa was too late for the fun
The race was ower and the crowd was gone
And aa'd missed the spice stalls and the munkey show

Aa felt like cryin' in despair
But then aa heard a familiar tune
It was Geordy Ridley's concert
In the Mechanics' Hall at Blaydon

Aa ran inside and joined the throng
They were singin' wi' aall their might
Aa forgot aboot me troubles then
And had a bonny neet alreet

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