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Oh I'm missing you

I'd give all for the price of the flight

Oh I'm missing you

Under Piccadilly's neon

In nineteen hundred and eighty six

There's not much for a chippie or swinging the pick

And you can't live on love and on love alone

So you sail cross the ocean, away cross the foam

To where you're a Paddy, you're a Biddy, your a Mick

Good for nothing but stacking the brick

And 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 the flight

Oh I'm missing you

Under Piccadilly's neon

Who did you murder, or are you a spy?

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

Now I just drink red biddy for a permanent high

And 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 the flight

Oh I'm missing you

Under Piccadilly's neon

All you 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

And the proof's around 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 the misfit's reflection in a shop window pane

Oh I'm missing you

I'd give all for the price of the flight

Oh I'm missing you

Under Piccadilly's neon

Oh I'm missing you

I'd give all for the price of the flight

Oh I'm missing you

Under Piccadilly's neon

I'm missing you, I'm missing you, I'm missing you