Bruce Dickinson - Fog On The Tyne (Live) | Текст песни

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• Bruce Dickinson
• Fog On The Tyne (Live)

Sitting in a sleazy snack bar sucking sickly sausage rolls
Slipping down slowly, slipping down sideways,
think I'll sign off the dole - 'cause

The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine.

Could a Copper catch a crooked coffin-maker
Could a Copper comprehend
That a crooked coffin-maker's just an undertaker
Who undertakes to be your friend, and

Tell it to tomorrow, today will take-its hour,
To tell you what tonight will bring.
Presently we'll have a pint or two together
Everybody do their thing.

We can swing together,
We can have a wee-wee,
We can have a wet on the wall
If someone tie a whisper
That it's simple, sister,
Slap them down and got it on their small, 'cause