In nineteen hundred and eighty six Not much for a chippie but swinging a pick And you can't live on love, and on love alone So you sail on the ocean, away cross the foam
To where you're a Paddy, and where you're a Mick Not much use at all but stacking a brick And your mate's a spade and he carried a hod Two work horses heavily shod
Oh I'm missing you I'd give all for the price of a flight And oh I'm missing you under Piccadilly's neon
And who did you murder, and are you a spy? I'm just fond of a drink, helps me laugh, helps me cry And I took to the Port for a permanent high Now I laugh a lot less and I'll cry till I die
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Now the summer is fine, but the winter's a fridge Wrapped up in old cardboard under Charing Cross bridge And I'll never go home, it's because of the shame Of a misfits reflection in a shop window pane
So all you young people take an advice Before crossing the ocean you'd better think twice 'Cause you can't live without love, without love alone Here's the proof around the West End, in the nobody zone
Oh I'm missing you I'd give all for the price of a flight And oh I'm missing you under Piccadilly's neon
Oh I'm missing you I'd give all for the price of a flight And oh I'm missing you under Piccadilly's neon
Oh I'm missing you I'd give all for the price of a flight And oh I'm missing you under Piccadilly's neonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
