We had no way of staying afloat We had to leave on a ferryboat Economic refugees, on the run to Germany We had the back of Maggie's hand Times were tough in Geordie land We got our tools and working gear And humped it all from Newcastle to here Why aye man Why aye, why aye man Why aye man Why aye, why aye man Why aye man Why aye, why aye man Why aye man Why aye, why aye man We're the nomad tribes, traveling boys In the dust and dirt and the wrecking noise Drills and hammers, diggers and picks Mixing concrete, laying bricks There's English, Irish, Scots a lot United Nations what we've got Brickies, chippies, every trade German building, British made Why aye man Why aye, why aye man Why aye man Why aye, why aye man Why aye man Why aye, why aye man Why aye man Why aye, why aye man Nay more work on Maggie's farm Head away down the autobahn Mine's a Portakabin bed Or a bunk in a Nissen hut instead There's plenty Deutsch marks here to earn And German tarts are wundersch German beer is chemical free Germany's alright with me Sometimes, I miss my River Tyne But you're my pretty frylein Tonight we'll drink the old town dry Keep our spirit levels high Why aye man Why aye, why aye man Why aye man Why aye, why aye man Why aye man Why aye, why aye man Why aye man Why aye, why aye man Sometimes, I miss my River Tyne But you're my pretty frylein Tonight we'll drink the old town dry Keep our spirit levels high Sometimes, I miss my River Tyne But you're my pretty frylein Tonight we'll drink the old town dry Keep our spirit levels high © WILL DECIDE LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com