In nineteen hundred and eighty six
There's not much for a chippie but swingin' a pick
And you can't live on love, not on love alone
So you sail cross the ocean, far away cross the foam

To where you're a Paddy, or a Biddy or a Mick
Good for nothin' but stackin' the 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, or are you a spy?
I'm just fond of a drink helps me laugh, helps me cry
Now I just drink red biddy for a permanent high
And I laugh a lot less and I'll cry 'til 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 you good people now take my advice
Before crossing the ocean you'd better think twice
'Cause you can't live without love, without love alone
And the proof's 'round the West End in the nobody zone
Where the summer is fine, but the winter’s a fridge
Wrapped up in old cardboard under Charring Cross Bridge
And I’ll never go home now because of the shame
Of misfit’s reflection in a shop window pane

Oh I'm missing you
I'd give all for the price of a flight
Oh I'm missing you
Under Piccadilly's neon

Oh I'm missing you
I'd give all for the price of a flight
Oh I'm missing you
Under Piccadilly's neon