Tell Me When the Whistle Blows

There's a dusty old gutter he's lyin' in now

And he's blind, and he's old

And there's a bottle that rolls down the road

Me, I'm young

And I'm so wild

And I still feel the need

Of your apron strings once in a while

Well, there's taxi cabs a-hootin'

And I can't be foot-loose forever

My suitcase, it's a cheap one

My darling, she's a dear one

My head's feelin' light as a feather

Take my ears

And tell me when the whistle blows

Wake me up

And tell me when the whistle blows

Long, lost, and lonely, boy

You're just a black sheep goin' home

I wanna feel your wheels of steel

Underneath my itchin' heels

Take my money

Tell me when the whistle blows

Part of me asked the young man for the time

With a cold vacant stare

Of undue concern

He said, "Nine"

It's not so bad, but I really do love the land

And rather all this than those diamanté lovers

In Hyde Park holdin' hands

Blowin' heat through my fingers

Tryin' to kill off this cold

Will the street kids remember?

Can I still shoot the fast cue?

Has this country kid still got his soul?

Take my ears

And tell me when the whistle blows

Wake me up

And tell me when the whistle blows

Long, lost, and lonely, boy

You're just a black sheep goin' home

I wanna feel your wheels of steel

Underneath my itchin' heels

Take my money

Tell me when the whistle blows

Take my money

Tell me when the whistle blows