Mark Knopfler - Why Aye Man Lyrics
Why aye man, why aye, why aye manWhy aye man, why aye, why aye manWe're the nomad tribes, travelling boysIn the dust and dirt and the racket and the noiseDrills and hammers, diggers and picksMixing concrete, laying bricksThere's English, Irish, Scots, the lotUnited Nation's what we've gotBrickies, chippies, every tradeGerman building, british-madeWhy aye man, why aye, why aye manWhy aye man, why aye, why aye manNae more work on Maggie's farmHadaway down the autobahnMine's a portacabin bedOr a bunk in a nissen hut insteadThere's plenty deutschmarks here to earnAnd German tarts are wunderschönGerman beer is chemical-freeGermany's alreet with meSometimes I miss my river TyneBut you're my pretty frauleinTonight we'll drink the old town dryKeep wor spirit levels highWhy aye man, why aye, why aye manWhy aye man, why aye, why aye man