The Fog On The Tyne

Sitting in a sleezy snack bar
sucking sickly sausage rolls
slippin down slowly
slippin down sideways
think I'll sign off the dole

chorus
coz the fog on the Tyne is all mine
all mine
the fog on the Tyne is all mine

Repeat

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 a friend

Chorus

Tell it to 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

Instrumental

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
slap them down and slap them on their smalls

Chorus.