Well a hen can lay a golden egg but she still can't sing
A hen can lay a golden egg but she still can't sing
Well the hen's alright but the harp is everything

When he's gunning for glory a boy just won't be told
Gunning for glory a boy just won't be told
I went up three times but it never was for the gold

Oh, Mama what's the matter now
Oh, Mama what's the matter now
That old cow she wasn't milking anyhow

After the beanstalk your life's not the same
After the beanstalk your life's not the same
Well the harp's worth more than any fortune and fame

Oh, Mama what's the matter now
Oh, Mama what's the matter now
I'm still up in the morning to get behind the plough

A hen can lay a golden egg but she still can't sing
A hen can lay a golden egg but she still can't sing
Well the hen's alright but the harp is everything

Oh, Mama what's the matter now
Oh, Mama what's the matter now
I'm still up in the morning to get behind the plough

There’ll be one or two in every crowd
One or two lads being loud
Having themselves a weekend
Come out the beer tent with their mates
Look over where we stand and wait
Going to want to be showing off to the girlfriend
Over to the booth they’ll come and stand
One’s going to want to put up his hand
But he’s maybe had a drink
Never seen a real ring
He can take on his pals, keep on his shirt
We don’t want locals getting hurt
Our people on the show are all the real thing

We were here back then since way back when
In the long hot summers
Here back then and we’re back again
And taking on all comers
All comers

You keep your hands up
And your expectations slim
And you never underestimate
The man who’s climbing in

Well it’s a hard way to earn a pound alright
You’ll maybe get three or four fights a night
Maybe more on a weekend
But we want to see them back in here
When we come round again next year
May it never change, just like old friends

We were here back then since way back when
In the long hot summers
Here back then and we’re back again
And taking on all comers
All comers

Don't leave me don't leave me
I'm begging of you
My prescious, my only sweet girl
Don't leave me don't leave me
I'll die if you do
And you're all that I have in the world
You're all that I have in the world

I care not for treasures of silver and gold
I care not for diamonds and pearls
Love may not be measured or traded or sold
And you're all that I have in the world
You're all that I have in the world

Not a word of a warning would you give to me
My prescious, my only sweet girl
You'd leave me in the morning
And I'll be calling for you
And you're all that I have have in the world
You're all that I have in the world

My darling girl
My darling girl
You're all that matters
In this wicked world
All that matters
All that matters
My darling boy
My darling boy
All of my sunshine
And all of my joy
You're all that matters
All that matters

Well, I can't stop the pain
When it calls
I'm a man
And I can't stop the rain
When it falls, my darling
Who can?

My darling girl
My darling girl
You're all that matters
In this wicked world
All that matters
All that matters
My darling friend
My darling friend
All we've got going
Is love in the end
It's all that matters
All that matters

A million miles our vagabond wheels
Clocked up beneath the clouds
They're counting down to show time
When we do it for real with the crowds
Air miles are owing but they don't come for free
And they don't give you any for pain
But if it's all for nothing
All the roadrunning has been in vain

The rim shots come down like cannon fire
And thunder off the wall
There's a man in every corner
And each one is giving his all
But this is my piper, this is my drum
So you never will hear me complain
And if it's all for nothing
All the roadrunning has been in vain

All the roadrunning
All the roadrunning

Well if you're inclined to go up on the wall
It can only be fast and high
And thosewho don't like the danger soon
Find something different to try
And when there is only a ring in your ears
And an echo down memory lane
Then if it's all to nothing
All the roadrunning has been in vain

All the roadrunning
All the roadrunning

The show's packing up, I sit and watch
the carnival leaving town
There's no pretending that I'm not a fool
For riding around and around

Like the pictures you keep of your old wall of death
You showed me one time on the plane
But if it's all for nothing
All the roadrunning has been in vain

I've a million miles of vagabond sky
Clocked up above the clouds
And I'm still your man for the roaming
For as long as there's roamin' allowed
There'll be a rider and there'll be a wall
As long as the dreamer remains
And if it's all for nothing
All the roadrunning been has in vain

All the roadrunning
All the roadrunning