Tell Me When the Whistle Blows

There's a dusty old gutter, he's lying in now

Mm, 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 footloose 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?

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

Take my money

Tell me when the whistle blows