Tell Me When the Whistle Blows
Elton John Bernie Taupin
There's a dusty old gutter he's lying in now,
He's blind and he's old
And there's a bottle that rolls down the road.
Me I'm young and I'm so wild,
And I still feel the need of your apron strings once in awhile.
For there's taxi cabs hootin’
But I can't be foot loose forever.
My suitcase it's a cheap one
My darlin’ she's a dear one,
My head's feelin’ 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 itchin’ 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.