HullSittin' in a sleazy snack-bar snuckin' sickly sausage rollsSlippin' down slowly, slippin' down sideways, think I'll sign off the dole'Cause the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mineThe fog on the Tyne is all mineThe fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mineThe fog on the Tyne is all mineCould a copper catch a crooked coffin maker, could a copper comprehend ?That a crooked coffin maker is just an undertaker who undertakes to be a friend ?And the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mineThe fog on the Tyne is all mineThe fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mineThe fog on the Tyne is all mineTell it to tomorrow, today will take it's time to, tell you what tonight will bringPresently we'll have a pint or two together, everybody do their thing..........'Cause the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mineThe fog on the Tyne is all mineThe fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mineThe fog on the Tyne is all mineThe fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mineThe fog on the Tyne is all mineThe fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mineThe fog on the Tyne is all mine...
