There's a dusty old gutter he's lying in now    He's blind and he's old    And there's a bottle that rolled 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