CHORUS:
Yes me father was a Geordie and Geordie’s understand
We’ve always had the dole queues, they’re part of Geordie land
Me father was a grafter and worked hard for his pay
He would take any job, many would turn away
He lived through the depression, hunger marches then were rife
We’ve always had the dole queues, they’re part of Geordie life
Ron’s a rent collector from Newcastle on the Tyne
He never turns doon a drink; whisky, beer or wine
The snow was fallin doon this one particular day
When an old woman invites him in and this to him did say
I’ve got just the thing for you Titty fa la, titty fa ley
To warm you through and through Titty fa la, titty fa ley
And he went where it was hot, thinking he would get a tot,
But porridge is al’ he got Titty fa la, titty fa ley
Tra la la la la la o’er the wall is oot
Three, six, nine, on the banks of the Tyne, here comes Bobby Shaftoe
Canny day doon the Waggon Way, we’ll may the Keel Row Continue reading
When w’put wa hoose up for sale, w’got loads of nosey parkers
Who would caall around at aawkward times, when you’re in the bath and starkers
Y’knew they didn’t want to buy, they would aalways mek an excuse
Oh the trials and tribulations when tryin’ to sell ya hoose
There is a place in Newcastle’s West
Lately it has had bad press
Though people there think it’s the best
The bonny banks of Benwell
Chorus: Ev’rybody get your duds
We’re gannin doon to Plessey Woods
See the squirrels in the trees
Plessey Woods the place for me
For twelve lang months they gave it a try
To this day I divvent kna why
Cos the weather was never warm nor dry
On the Cambois nudist beach
Get yourself to Beamish, the open air museum
‘The North of England’s heritage’ is its’ task and theme
Now Beamish has come of age since nineteen seventy
When it opened for the first time for all the world to see
Chorus
So it’s goodbye Killingworth Towers
You should never have been built at all
There’ll be plenty of cheers and not many tears
When Alcatraz begins to fall
CHORUS;
At The Oxford in Newcastle, that’s where we used to meet
There were plenty’ lasses on the floor dancing to the beat
And if you got to take one home, your night would be complete
There was many a match made at The Oxford
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