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
You sail cross the ocean, away 'cross the foam

To where you're a Paddy, or a Biddy or a Mick
Good for nothin’ but stacking a brick
The spade, and the shovel, the mixer and 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 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 pricе of a flight
Oh, I'm missing you
Under Piccadilly's neon

Young peoplе out there, if you’re listenin’ tonight
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
Where the summer is fine, but the winter's a fridge
Wrapped up in old cardboard under Charing Cross Bridge
I'll never go home now because of the shame
Of the 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