A dirty old hole
In the side of the road
For the man who cleans the streets

Open pub doors
Where the working class goes at night


Written on walls
Where the cats never crawl
For the glass 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 4:30 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