[Verse 1]
There are no nightingales in Barclay Square now
Just the sound of a toy boy with Helen of Troy
Enjoy cause sometimes in the muddle of the wind-strewn morning
He'll be out on his ear without the price of a beer
And I stand looking like a cancelled booking
Of a holiday I meant to take
I meant to take, a big mistake
And Samuel Johnson has a lot to answer for
I'm tired of London but I'm tired all the time

[Chorus]
We are crane drivers
We are crane drivers and wе're fishing for silver
We arе crane drivers
We are crane drivers and we're fishing for silver

[Verse 2]
Head straight ahead mate
You can't miss it, dead late
For all your appointments with the rest of your life
But back in suburbia, the only one who's heard of you
She cares, right? It's your wife
And there's all these boys with their baseball caps on back to front
The streets paved with gold for these box fresh braves
Who go out to these raves and you've heard all about them
But you d'ant go, ooh, no
How does it feel to go out for a meal
Now you're half vegetarian and one quarter green
And three quarters faithful
And quite bad at fractions
But you're [?] bright, alright
[Chorus]
We are crane drivers
We are crane drivers and we're fishing for silver
We are crane drivers
We are crane drivers and we're fishing for silver

We are crane drivers
We are crane drivers and we're fishing for silver
We are crane drivers
We are crane drivers and we're hooking for silver