Fog on the Tyne Songtext
von Lindisfarne

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 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 the truth tomorrow, today will take its time
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 slips a whisper that it's sinful, sister
Slap them down and slap it on their smalls

′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
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
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