When I landed on their shore
 With my eyes big as headlights
 Like the thousands and thousands who came before
 I was going to be something . . .
 Smiled at the man scrutinising my face
 As I stepped down off the gangway

 Came down to their city
 Where I worked for many's the year
 Built a hundred houses
 Must've pulled half a million pints of beer
 Living under suspicion
 Putting up with the hatred and fear in their eyes
 You can see that you're nothing but a murderer
 In their eyes, we're nothing but a bunch of murderers

 Hey, Johnny, can't wait till Saturday night!
 Got a thirst that's raging . . .
 Know a place where we can put that right
 Wash away the confusion
 Hose down this fire inside
 But look out!
 'Cause I'll tear you into pieces if you cross me.

 I'm sick of watching them break up
 Every time some bird brain puts us down
 Making jokes on the radio . . .
 Guess it helps them all drown out the sound
 Of the crumbling foundations
 Any fool can see the writing on the wall
 But they just don't believe that its happening.

 There's a crowd says I'm alright
 Say they like my turn of phrase
 Take me round to their parties
 Like some dressed up monkey in a cage.
 And I play my accordion
 Oh! but when the wine seeps through the facade
 It's nothing but the same old story
 Nothing but the same old story

 Got a brother in Boston
 Says he'll send me on the fare
 Just wrote me a letter
 Making out that he's cleaning up out there
 Two cars in the driveway.
 Summer house way down on the Cape
 And I know he'd fix me up in the morning

 I've been thinking about it
 But it seems so far to go
 People say in the winter
 you'd get lost underneath the snow
 And there's this girl from my home place
 We've been planning to move back and give it a try
 So I never got around to going
 That's why I never got around to going