I wish I was back in Liverpool
Liverpool town where I was born
Where there ain´t no trees, no scented greens
No fields of waving corn
But there´s lots of girls with peroxide curls
And the Black and Tan flows free
There´s six in a bed by the old pier head
And it´s Liverpool town for me

´Tis seven long years since I wandered away
To sail the wide world over
Me very first trip on an old steamship
That was bound for Baltimore
I was seven days sick and I just couldn´t stick
That bubbling up and down
So I told them Jack you´d better turn back
To dear old Liverpool town

We dug the Mersey tunnel, boys, way back in ´33
Dug a hole in the ground until we found
An old cold wall ye see
Then the foreman cried:
´Come on outside the roof is falling down´
Well I´m telling you Jack, we all swam back
To dear old Liverpool town

Well, there´s every race and colour of face
There´s every kind of name
But the pigeons on the pier head they treat you all the same
And if you walk above down Parliament Street
You´d see faces black and brown
And I have also seen the orange and green
In dear old Liverpool town