The Fog on the Tyne is All Mine: Me on the Metro Ferry on the Tyne.

Fog On The Tyne by Lindisfarne

From the album Fog On The Tyne

Sitting in a sleazy snack-bar sucking
Sickly sausage rolls,
Slipping down slowly, slipping down sideways,
Think I'll sign off the dole.
Chorus:

'Cause the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine,
The fog on the Tyne is all mine,
The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine,
The fog on the Tyne is all mine.
Intro (once):
Verse:
Could a copper catch a crooked coffin maker,
Could a copper comprehend,
That a crooked coffin maker is just an undertaker
Who undertakes to be your friend.

Chorus:
'Cause the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine,
The fog on the Tyne is all mine,
The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine,
The fog on the Tyne is all mine.

Intro (once):

Verse:
Tell the truth tomorrow, today will take it's time
To tell you what tonight will bring,
Presently we'll have a pint or two together,
Everybody do their thing.
Intro:

Verse:
We can swing together, we can have a wee wee,
We can have a wet on the wall,
If someone slips a whisper that it's simple sister,
Slapped them down and slavered on their smalls.

Chorus:
'Cause the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine,
The fog on the Tyne is all mine,
The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine,
The fog on the Tyne is all mine...

Repeat chorus to fade.

Make sure, folks, that you don't listen to the god awful version that the Gazza did back in the early nineties.