| 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. |
| Haddaway 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 wor spirit levels high. |
| Sometimes I miss my river Tyne, |
| But you’re my pretty fräulein. |
| Tonight we’ll drink the old town dry, |
| Keep wor spirit levels high. |