There's a dusty old gutter he's lying in now
  He's blind and he's old
  And there's a bottle that rolls down the road
  Me I'm young and I'm so wild
  And I still feel the need
  Of your apron strings once in a while
  For there's taxi cabs hooting
  But I can't be foot-loose forever
  My suitcase it's a cheap one
  My darling she's a dear one
  My head's feeling light as a feather
    Take my ears and tell me when the whistle blows
  Wake me up and tell me when the whistle blows
  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
  Take my money
  Tell me when the whistle blows
    Part of me asked the young man for the time
  With a cool vacant stare of undue concern
  He said nine
  It's not so bad but I really do love the land
  And rather all this than those diamante lovers
  In Hyde Park holding hands
  Blowing heat through my fingers
  Trying to kill off this cold
  Will the street kids remember
  Can I still shoot a fast cue
  Has this country kid still got his soul