The Road to Hull

(with apologies to Chris Rea)

Tryin’ to miss the highway, we cautiously set forth

Looking for the greenway, we go south instead of north

Well, we pedal to the first lights and take it all real slow 

A fearful pressure in my trusty Armadillos  

I said: Den, what are we doing here?

I’ll take a fear of traffic to the grave

He said in the valley we’ll soon feel rich, 

And joy will cleanse the soul

I said: Den, this is the road to Hull

On our journey 'cross the wilderness from Grimsby to the Humber

We must not stray upon the motorway to Hull 

Well, we’re cycling in a heatwave and the water’s running low

And we boil with every passion you can think of

When we’re far past the streetlights, there’s beauty to behold,

And we can’t believe our luck that it’s not all wet and cold

But this perverted pedalling nonsense cracks a smile on every face

‘Cause the countryside is flat but never dull

And there ain’t no mechanical breakdown

Oh no, not on the road to Hull

Then the road jams up with tractors as we climb up Bigby ridge

And soon I start to worry about crossing Humber Bridge

Look out Den, take a good look what’s going on down there

I planned this journey well and planned it full

No need to take that crowded urban freeway

Oh no, this is the road to Hull.      

This is the road, this is the road to Hull.

Bridlington