Dm                      G      Am
   In nineteen hundred and eighty six 
           Am                         G          Dm
   There‚s not much for a chippie but swinging a pick
           Dm            G             Am
   And you can‚t live on love, on love alone
          Am                         G         Dm
   So you sail cross the ocean, away cross the foam
 
 
To where you're a Paddy, a Biddy or a Mick
Good for nothing but stacking a brick
Your best mate's a spade and he carries a hod
Two work horses heavily shod
    
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      F  C   G       Dm           F           C          G
      Oh I'm missing you I'd give all for the price of a flight
      F  C   G       Dm  F     C            G
      Oh I'm missing you under Piccadilly's neon
Who did you murder, are you a 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
    
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All ye 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
The proof is round 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 misfit's reflection in a shop window pane.
    
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