It stands at the end of the pier
A reminder of the good old days
Of seaside holidays, of sandcastles and donkeys
And don’t forget the warm beer
Its tiny cubicles have seen it all
Young lovers stealing kisses
Little children eating ice cream
And don’t forget listening to the seagulls call
Yet still today it is a haven of peace
Walk to the end, sit and watch the sea
Many who do remember the good old days
So, don’t forget it’s usefulness will never cease.