Fog On The Tyne

Sitting in a sleazy snack bar sucking sickly sausage rolls

Slipping down slowly, slipping down sideways

Think I'll sign off the dole

'Cause the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine

The fog on the Tyne is all mine

The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine

The fog on the Tyne is all mine

Could a copper catch a crooked coffin maker?

Could a copper comprehend

That a crooked coffin maker's just an undertaker

Who undertakes to be your friend?

And the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine

The fog on the Tyne is all mine

The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine

The fog on the Tyne is all mine

Tell the truth tomorrow, today will take its time

To tell you what tonight will bring

Presently we'll have a pint or two together

Everybody do their thing

We can swing together, we can have a wee-wee

We can have a wet on the wall

If someone slips a whisper that it's sinful, sister

Slap them down and slap it on their smalls

'Cause the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine

The fog on the Tyne is all mine

The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine

The fog on the Tyne is all mine

The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine

The fog on the Tyne is all mine

The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine

The fog on the Tyne is all mine

The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine

The fog on the Tyne is all mine

The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine

The fog on the Tyne is all mine