I can hear the bells of Dublin

in this lonely waiting room

And the paperboys are singin'

in the rain

Not too long before they take us

to the airport and the noise

To get on board

a transatlantic plane

We've got nothin' left to stay for,

We had no more left to say

And there isn't any work for us to do

So farewell ye boys and girls;

Another bloody Flight of Earls

Our best asset is our best export, too....



It's not murder, fear or famine

that makes us leave this time

We're not going to join

McAlpine's Fusileers

We've got brains, and we've got visions; we've got 

education, too!

But we just can't throw away

these precious years

So we walk the streets of London,

And the streets of Baltimore

And we meet at night

in several Boston bars

We're the leaders of the future

But we're far away from home

And we dream of you

beneath the Irish stars




As we look on Ellis Island,

and the Lady in the bay

And Manhattan turns to face

another Sunday

We just wonder what you're doing

to bring us all back home

As we look forward to another Monday

Because it's not the work

that scares us

We don't mind an honest job

And we know things will get better

once again

So a thousand times adieu,

We've got Bono and U2

All we're missin'

is the Guinness, and the rain



So switch off your new computers

cause the writing's on the wall

We're leaving as our fathers did before

Take a look at Dublin airport, or the boat that leaves 

North Wall

There'll be no Youth Unemployment

any more

Because we're over here in Queensland,

And in parts of New South Wales

We're on the seas and airways

and the trains

But if we see better days,

Those big airplanes go both ways

And we'll all be comin' back to you again!