North Take me somewhere north of Watford where the hearts are warm and big, Life is hard but everybody seems as merry as a grig. Dancing down the rainsoaked cobbles thunderous in wooden clogs, Straight as dies with massive thighs all wearing L.S. Lowry togs.   On the road to Liverpool, where the Beatles went to school, And the river makes you shiver when it sparkles like a jool, On the road to Liverpool where the birds are supercool But the scousers wear the trousers cos traditional values rule.   Take me somewhere north of Watford stuffed with gutsy alpha…