In nineteen hundred and eighty six
Not much for a chippie but swinging a pick
And you can't live on love, or on love alone
So you sail cross the ocean, away cross the foam

To where you're a Paddy, a Biddy or a Mick
Not good for nothing but stacking the bricks
And your best mate's a spade and he carries a hod
Two work horses heavily shod

And Oh I'm missing you
I'd give all for the price of the flight
oh I'm missing you under Piccadilly's neon

Well who did you murder, or are you a spy
I'm fond of a drink, helps me laugh, helps me cry
I'll just drink Red Biddy for a permanent high
I'll laugh a lot less and I'll cry till I die
So all you young people can take an advice
Before crossing the ocean you'd better think twice
'Cause you can't live without love or on love alone
And the truths around London, in the nobody zone


And Oh I'm missing you
I'd give all for the price of the flight
oh I'm missing you under Piccadilly's neon


Now the summer is fine, but the winter's a fridge
Wrapped up in old cardboard under Charing's bridge
I'll never go home, because of the shame
Of a misfits reflection in a shop window pane


And Oh I'm missing you
I'd give all for the price of the flight
oh I'm missing you under Piccadilly's neon


And Oh I'm missing you
I'd give all for the price of the flight
oh I'm missing you under Piccadilly's neon