Missing You

In nineteen hundred and eighty six

Not much for a chippie but swinging a pick

And you can’t live on love, and on love alone

So you sail on the ocean, away cross the foam

To where you’re a Paddy, and where you're a Mick

Not much use at all but stacking a brick

And your mate’s a spade and he carried a hod

Two work horses heavily shod

[Chorus:]

Oh I’m missing you

I’d give all for the price of a flight

and oh I’m missing you under Piccadilly’s neon

And who did you murder, and are you a spy?

I’m just fond of a drink, helps me laugh, helps me cry

And I took to the Port for a permanent high

Now I laugh a lot less and I’ll cry till I die

Now 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, it's because of the shame

Of a misfits reflection in a shop window pane

So all you young people take an advice

Before crossing the ocean you'd better think twice

'Cause you can't live without love, without love alone

Here's the proof around the West End, in the nobody zone

[Chorus] (3x)