In nineteen hundred and eighty six

There's not much for a chippie but swinging a pick

And 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 mate'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 a flight

Oh, I'm missing you

Under Piccadilly's neon

Who did you murder, are you a spy?

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

So I just drink red biddy for a permanent high

I laugh a lot less and I'll cry till I die

Oh, I'm missing you

I'd give all for the price of a flight

Oh, I'm missing you

Under Piccadilly's neon

All ye young people now take my advice

Before crossing the ocean you'd better think twice

'Cause 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 misfit's reflection in a shop window pane

Oh, I'm missing you

I'd give all for the price of a flight

Oh, I'm missing you

Under Piccadilly's neon