There's a dusty old gutter he's lying in now and he's blind and he's old

And there's a bottle that rolls down the road

Me I'm young and I'm so wild

And I still feel the need of your apron strings once in a while

For there's taxi cabs hooting but I can't be foot-loose forever

My suitcase it's a cheap one, my darling, she's a dear one

My head's feeling light as a feather Take my ears and tell me when the whistle blows

Wake me up and tell me when the whistle blows

Long lost and lonely boy, you're just a black sheep going home

I want to feel your wheels of steel underneath my itching heels

Take my money, tell me when the whistle blows Part of me asked the young man for the time

With a cool vacant stare of undue concern

He said, "Nine" it's not so bad but I really do love the land

And rather all this than those diamante lovers in Hyde Park holding hands

Blowing heat through my fingers, trying to kill off this cold

Will the street kids remember, can I still shoot a fast cue

Has this country kid still got his soul Take my ears and tell me when the whistle blows

Wake me up and tell me when the whistle blows

Long lost and lonely boy, you're just a black sheep going home

I want to feel your wheels of steel underneath my itching heels

Take my money, tell me when the whistle blows

Take my money, tell me when the whistle blows