Where are you going now, our Davey? 
Don't be late now, our Davey 
And all his friends say "Why do you act that way?" 
But all the boys say [bad word] out to play?" 
And all the pretty girls they're singing 
La de da, de da de, da de da 
Davey boy is such a pretty little boy 
But don't you think about your mother, all alone? 
She's waiting for your call 
She's waiting, she's tired, she's bored 
So give her a call, a call 

He gets it all from his father's blood, 
Who used to be a casual, as casual as [bad word] 
Now he's gone to live in Liverpool 
Yeah, Davey does whatever Davey see's 
He'll give you a good kicking and he'll bring you down to your knees 
If you don't believe in what he does 

And all his friends say "Why do you act that way?" 
But all the boys say [bad word] out to play?" 
And all the pretty girls they're singing 
La de da, de da de, da de da 
Davey boy is such a pretty little boy 
But don't you think about your mother, all alone? 
She's waiting for your call 
she's waiting, she's tired, singing 
La de da, de da de, da de da 
Davey boy has found a brand-new toy 
He's often playing in [bad word] bins, smashing all the windows in 
Fighting in car parks and he's [bad word] up the flat he calls home 
Why don't you go home?