The Birmingham canals

 I was on a submarine (sunburnt marine)

Somewhere over near Birmingham

We'd come the wrong way up the canals

Whoo ee, whoo ey

What a bow wave

All up the Birmingham canal

I saw New Street from the crow's nest

And the Bull Ring

We torpedoed in a haze

But the silversmiths built us a new ship's hull

And a shining, spangling we heave-hoed

All the way to the Brummie navy

Come on chums and climb aboard

I'm just ready for the black country

Where I can lay my soul down in the coals