Will the street kids remember, can I still shoot a fast cue
Me I'm young and I'm so wild
And I still feel the need of your apron strings once in a while
And rather all this than those diamante lovers in Hyde Park holding hands
Long lost and lonely boy, you're just a black sheep going home
My suitcase it's a cheap one, my darling, she's a dear one
Has this country kid still got his soul
Long lost and lonely boy, you're just a black sheep going home
I want to feel your wheels of steel underneath my itching heels
Part of me asked the young man for the time
Take my money, tell me when the whistle blows
He said, "Nine" it's not so bad but I really do love the land
Take my ears and tell me when the whistle blows
I want to feel your wheels of steel underneath my itching heels
My head's feeling light as a feather
Blowing heat through my fingers, trying to kill off this cold
For there's taxi cabs hooting but I can't be foot-loose forever
Take my ears and tell me when the whistle blows
Take my money, tell me when the whistle blows
Wake me up and tell me when the whistle blows
With a cool vacant stare of undue concern
Wake me up and tell me when the whistle blows
