Sitting in a sleazy snack bar sucking
Sickly sausage rolls
Slipping down slowly, slipping down sideways
Think I'll sign on the dole

'Cos 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 crroked coffin maker's just an undertaker
Who undertakes to be a friend

'Cos 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 it to tomorrow, today will take its time
To tell you what tonight will bring
Presently we'll have a pint or two together
Everybody do your thing

'Cos 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

No one came to criticise
No one to complain
Just to spend a little bit of time
Play some human games
Some were smoking roll your owns
Others they had none
Everybody was holding hands
Singing this little song

We can swing together
'Cos we feel we're doing it right
We can swing together
We can swing all through the night

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 simple sister
Slap 'em down and slaver on their smalls

'Cos 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

'Cos 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