MISSING YOU (Jimmy MacCarthy)
1. In nineteen hundred and eighty six,
There's not much for a chippy but swinging a pick,
You can't live on love, on love alone,
So you sail cross the ocean away cross the foam.
To where you're a Paddy, a Biddy or a Mick,
Good for nothing but stacking a brick,
Your best friend'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 the flight,
Oh, I'm missing you under Piccadilly's neon.
2. Who did you murder, are you a spy,
I'm just fond of a drink, makes me laugh makes me cry,
So I just drink Red Biddy for a permanent high,
I laugh a lot less and I'll cry 'til I die.
3. All you young people now take my advice,
Before crossing the ocean you better think twice,
Because 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,
And I'll never go home now because of the shame,
Of a misfit's reflection in a shop window pane.