Missing You

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