Dirty old hole in the side of the road for the man who cleans the streets
Open pub doors where the working cla** goes at night
Written on walls where the cats never crawl for the gla** along the top
Man, I was born there, I'm gonna walk right back
Costafine Town, it's a fine town, I'm coming home
I feel so lonely, I've been too long away
Costafine Town, it's a fine town, I'm coming home
I wish I'd never made up my mind to stray
Nobody owns all the dirty old clothes that are lying in the lane
Whistling loud, the four-thirty shift has gone
Little old man with a pole in his hand lighting lamps along the way
Hurry me back there, I wish I'd never gone
Costafine Town, it's a fine town, I'm coming home
I feel so lonely, I've been too long away
Costafine Town, it's a fine town, I'm coming home
I wish I'd never made up my mind to stray
Costafine Town, it's a fine town, I'm coming home
I feel so lonely, I've been too long away
Costafine Town, it's a fine town, I'm coming home
I wish I'd never made up my mind to stray
Costafine Town, it's a fine town, I'm coming home
I feel so lonely, I've been too long away
Costafine Town, it's a fine town, I'm coming home
I wish I'd never made up my mind to stray
Costafine Town, it's a fine town, I'm coming home...