Why Aye Man

Why aye man

Why aye man, why aye, why aye man

Why aye man, why aye, why aye man

We're the nomad tribes, travelling boys

In the dust and dirt and the racket and the noise

Drills and hammers, diggers and picks

Mixing concrete, laying bricks

There's English, Irish, Scots, the lot

United Nation's what we've 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

Nae more work on Maggie's farm

Hadaway down the autobahn

Mine's a portacabin bed

Or a bunk in a nissen hut instead

There's plenty deutschmarks here to earn

And German tarts are wundersch

German beer is chemical-free

Germany's alreet with me

Sometimes I miss my river Tyne

But you're my pretty fraulein

Tonight we'll drink the old town dry

Keep wor spirit levels high

Why aye man, why aye, why aye man

Why aye man, why aye, why aye man