They say that he’s been blind from birth He’s never seen sod allSet him walking in a line, he’ll bump into a wallBut there’s no need to pity him – they say he’s blind but not a foolWe know him as the man who plans the roadworks in Blackpool
They say he's never seen a vehicle. He’s not heard of a van.But if you want your town’s streets digging upJust call him – he’s your man.They’ve got lots of rude names for him and say that he’s a toolWe know him as the man who plans the roadworks in Blackpool
They say he likes to stop the traffic and loves to hear our moans.They say he wants to line the promenade with seven miles of cones.Those folk who claim they’ve met him say he never went to schoolWe know him as the man who plans the roadworks in Blackpool
They say he lives by one strict guideline: “Let’s fix stuff that’s not broke.” And so the town’s made unwelcome, to visiting holiday folk. “Let’s stop the traffic flowing,” is this guy’s golden rule.We know him as the man who plans the roadworks in Blackpool
