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 o’er the ocean away
‘cross the foam
To where you’re a Paddy and where
you’re a Mick
Not much use at all bar stackin’
the brick
And your mate was a spade and he
carried the hod
Two old heavy 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
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 ’til 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 misfit’s reflection in a shop
window pane
So all young people, take
an advice
Before crossing an ocean you’d better
think twice
‘Cos you can’t live without love,
without love alone
Here is the proof ’round the West End
In the nobody zone
Oh, I’m missing you
I’d give all for the price of a flight
Oh, I’m missing you
Under Piccadilly’s neon
Oh, I’m missing you
I’d give all for the price of a flight
Oh, I’m missing you
Under Piccadilly’s neon
Oh, I’m missing you
I’d give all for the price of a flight
Oh, I’m missing you
Under Piccadilly’s neon
- Written by Jimmy MacCarthy
Jimmy MacCarthy 