We had no way of staying afloat
Had to leave on a ferry boat
We had the back of Maggy's hand
electric
times were tough in Geordie Land
we got our tools and working gear
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, travellin boys
No more work on Maggy's farm
hadaway down the autobahn
Mine's a portacabin bed
Sometimes I miss my river Tyne
but your my pretty fraulein
tonight well drink the old town dry