"WHY AYE MAN" (2002)
WHY AYE MAN
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 Geordieland.
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 nomad tribes, travelling 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, the lot.
United Nations what we 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 Deutschmarks here to earn.
And German tarts are wunderschön.
German beer is chemical free.
Germany's alright with me.
Sometimes I miss my River Tyne,
But you’re my pretty fräulein.
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 fräulein.
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry,
Keep our spirit levels high.
Sometimes I miss my River Tyne,
But you’re my pretty fräulein.
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry,
Keep our spirit levels high.
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SMALL POTATOES
You can hire and fire, wheel and deal
run your streets with a fist of steel
but you're small potatoes
strictly nickel and dime, nickel and dime
small potatoes, small time
You can raise an army on a town
be the rent collector, come around
yeah, but you're small potatoes
strictly nickel and dime, nickel and dime
small potatoes, small time
If you take your leave of reality
you have to believe in your own publicity
but you get yourself and agent
hire the Albert Hall
make like Humpty dumpty and look down on it all
but you're small potatoes
strictly nickel and dime, nickel and dime
small potatoes, small time
Out on the town for your charities
hangingin around with the VIPS
they say the duke of York took his men
marched them up a hill of beans and down again
he was small potatoes
strictly nickel and dime, nickel and dime
small potatoes, small potatoes, small potatoes, small
time
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SO FAR AWAY (Live)
Here I am again in this mean old town
And you're so far away from me
And where are you when the sun goes down
You're so far away from me
So far away from me
So far I just can't see
So far away from me
You're so far away from me
I'm tired of being in love and being all alone
When you're so far away from me
I'm tired of making out on the telephone
And you're so far away from me
So far away from me
So far I just can't see
So far away from me
You're so far away from me
I get so tired when I have to explain
When you're so far away from me
See you been in the sun and I've been in the rain
And you're so far away from me
So far away from me
So far I just can't see
So far away from me
You're so far away from me
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SPEEDWAY AT NAZARETH (Live)
After two thousand came two thousand and one
To be the new champions we were there for to run
From springtime in Arizona 'til the fall in Monterey
And the raceways were the battlefields and we tought'em all the way
Was at Phoneix in the morning I had a wake-up call
She went around without a warning put me in the wall
I drove Long Beach, California with three cracked vertebrae
And went on to Indianapolis, Indiana in May
Well the Brickyard's there to crucify anyone who will not learn
I climbed a mountain to qualify I went flat through the turns
But I was down in the might-have-beens and an old pal good as died
And I sat down in Gasoline Alley and I cried
Well we were in at the kill again on Milwaukee Mile
And in June up in Michigan we were robbed at Belle Isle
Then it was on to Portland, Oregon for the G.I. Joe
And I'd blown off almost everyone when my motor let go
New England, Ontario we died in the dirt
Those walls from mid-Ohio to Toronto they hurt
So we came to Road America where we burned up at the lake
But at the speedway at Nazareth I made no mistake
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