CHORUS: I wish I was back in Liverpool, Liverpool Town where I was born, Where there ain't no trees, no scented breeze, no fields of waving corn, But there's lots of girls with peroxide curls, and the “Black an’ Tan” flows free, Where there’s six in a bed, by the old Pierhead, and it's Liverpool Town for me. Well, it's seven long years since I wandered away to sail the wide world o'er, Me very first trip was an old steamship bound away for Baltimore, I was seven days sick, I just couldn’t stick the bobbin’ up and down, And I told them, “Jack, you’d better turn back to dear old Liverpool Town.” CHORUS We dug the Mersey Tunnel, boys, way back in ‘33, Dug a hole in the ground until we found a hole called Wallasey, Then the foreman cried, “Come on outside, the roof is fallin’ down!” And I'm telling ye, Jack, we all swam back to dear old Liverpool Town. CHORUS There's every race and colour of face, there’s every kind of name, But the pigeons on the Pierhead, well, they treat us all the same, And if you walk up Upper Parliament Street, you’ll see faces black and brown, And I've often seen them Orange and Green in dear old Liverpool Town. CHORUS