Lyrics:

Missing You
in neneteen hundred and eighty six, There's not
much for a chippie or swingin a pick. And you
can't live on love and on love alone. So you
sail'cross the ocean, awaqy cross the foam.
To where you're a Paddy, a Biddy or a Mick.
Good for nochin but stackin 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
the fligt.Oh I'm missing you, I'd give all for the price of
the flight. Oh I'm missing you. Unter
Picadilly's neon.
Who did you murder, are you spy? I'm just
fond of a drink helps me laugh, helps me cry.
Now I just drink red biddy for a permanent
high. I laugh a lot less and I'll cry till I die.
All ye young people take my advice, Before
crossing the ocean, you'd better think twice.
Cause you can't live without love, without love
alone. The proof's rount the west-end in the
nobody zone.
Where the summer is fine, but the winter's a
fridge. Wrapped up in old cardboard unter
Charing Cross Bridge, And I'll never go home
now because of the shame. Of misfit's reflection
in a shop window pane.

Jimmy McCarthy