I can hear the bells of Dublin
In this lonely waiting room
And the paperboys are singin' in the rain
Not too long before they take us
To the airport and the noise
To get on board a transatlantic plane

[Chorus]
We've got nothin' left to stay for
We have no more left to say
And there isn't any work for us to do
So farewell, you boys and girls;
Another bloody Flight of Earls
Our best asset is our best export, too

It's not murder, fear or famine
That makes us leave this time
We're not going to join McAlpine's Fusileers
We've got brains, and we've got vision;
We've got education, too
But we just can't throw away these precious years

So we walk the streets of London
And the streets of Baltimore
And we meet at night in several Boston bars
We're the leaders of the future
But we're far away from home
And we dream of you beneath the Irish stars
As we look on Ellis Island and the Lady in the Bay
And Manhattan turns to face another Sunday
We just wonder what you're doing
For to bring us all back home
As we look forward to another Monday

Because it's not the work that scares us
We don't mind an honest job
And we know things will get better once again
So a thousand times adieu, we've got Bono and U2
And all we're missin' is the Guinness and the rain

So switch off your new computers
'Cause the writing's on the wall
We're leaving as our fathers did before
Take a look at Dublin Airport
Or the boat that leaves North Wall
There'll be no Youth Unemployment anymore
Because we're over here in Queensland
And in parts of New South Wales
We're on the seas and airways and the trains
And if we see better days
Those big airplanes go both ways
And we'll all be coming home to you again