FOG ON THE TYNE
Alan Hull

Lindisfarne


Sittin' in a sleazy snack bar 
suckin' sleazy sausage rolls
Slippin' down slowly, slippin' down sideways 
ah think I'll sign off the dole.                                                   

'Cos 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

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.

Tell it to tomorrow, the day'll take its time
To tell you what tonight might bring
Presently we'll have  a pint or two together
Everybody do their thing, wing ding.

We can swing together
We can have a wee-wee
We can have a wet on the wall
If someone slipped a whisper
That it's simple, sister
Slap them down and slaver on their smalls, and              

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.
Repeat chorus

And the fog, on the Tyne, it's mine, all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine.