Coyne
Hey hey hey
Now go on, go on, go on home
Now I'm tellin' you hey hey hey
Go on, go on, go on, go on home
There's a girl with her eyes like black rings
Flashing, flashing big rings, big things, flashing rings
Go on home
If you stay here you're a fool, fool, fool
I said hey hey hey
Creep out, leave, leave, leave, get out that door
Hey hey hey
Creep out, creep out, creep out, leave, get out that door
Open your bottle of whisky somewhere in the street
Your nice friends, your posh friends, your friends, your friends will eat you alive
Go on home
After all you know you know they're only gonna call you a fool fool fool
I said hey hey hey
Ooh it's cold, it's cold, it's cold out on the street
I said hey hey hey hey hey
Oh it's cold, it's cold, it's freezing out on the street
You must have been walking by the supermarkets
Lookin' at the shops, lookin' at the lights
Maybe a policeman will stop you
Maybe he'll trap you down
And he'll be the next one, the next one to call you a fool, fool, fool
I said hey hey hey
All the noise is just a dream
I said hey hey hey
The city's something of the dream
Safely tucked in bed with your head on a pillow marked with your name
Your wife's just made something nice
She's calling your name
So isn't that nice, isn't that nice?
Oh but still you're a fool, fool, fool