In nineteen hundred and eighty six
There's not much for a chippie but swinging a pick
And you can't live on love, on love alone
So you sail cross the ocean, away 'cross the foam
To where you're a Paddy, a Biddy or a Mick
Good for nothing but stacking a brick
Your best mate's a spade and he carries a hod
Two work horses heavily shod
Oh, I'm missing you
I'd give all for the price of a flight
Oh, I'm missing you
Under Piccadilly's neon
Who did you murder, are you a spy?
I'm just fond of a drink, helps me laugh, helps me cry
So I just drink red biddy for a permanent high
I laugh a lot less and I'll cry till I die
Oh, I'm missing you
I'd give all for the price of a flight
Oh, I'm missing you
Under Piccadilly's neon
All ye young people now take my advice
Before crossing the ocean you'd better think twice
'Cause you can't live without love, without love alone
The proof is round London in the nobody zone
There's not much for a chippie but swinging a pick
And you can't live on love, on love alone
So you sail cross the ocean, away 'cross the foam
To where you're a Paddy, a Biddy or a Mick
Good for nothing but stacking a brick
Your best mate's a spade and he carries a hod
Two work horses heavily shod
Oh, I'm missing you
I'd give all for the price of a flight
Oh, I'm missing you
Under Piccadilly's neon
Who did you murder, are you a spy?
I'm just fond of a drink, helps me laugh, helps me cry
So I just drink red biddy for a permanent high
I laugh a lot less and I'll cry till I die
Oh, I'm missing you
I'd give all for the price of a flight
Oh, I'm missing you
Under Piccadilly's neon
All ye young people now take my advice
Before crossing the ocean you'd better think twice
'Cause you can't live without love, without love alone
The proof is round London in the nobody zone
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