text: Theres a dusty old gutter hes lying in now
  Mmm, Hes blind and hes old
  And theres a bottle that rolls down the road
  Me, Im young and Im so wild
  And I still feel the need
  Of your apron strings once in a while
  For theres taxi cabs a-hooting
  But I cant be foot-loose forever
  My suitcase its a cheap one
  My darling, shes a dear one
  My heads 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
  Youre 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
  Its 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
  Youre 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