Ive rambled doon fae Glesca toon, my labour for tae sell, Some gaudy bits & baubles and my dignity as well,
Aw straight & level, i’ll square the devil his right & daily due, A stammlin’ oot the door a-singin’ ‘I’ll paddle me own canoe’.
Oh, pickle yer head & pish the bed, And be up the morning’ early, Well how would ye do if I were you, And you were Billy McKinley.
My Faither tried tae book his ticket the day we got the blitz, A-steamin’ up & down the street a-wavin’ all his fists,
But the Luftie never got the chance to do the fucker in before my poor old suffering’ Mammy came and dropped one on his chin.
Id go aroon’ the Catholic clubs a-sellin’ a game o’ chance,
Id toss the penny until she sings and make the dice tae dance, but so’s ah didnae dae ma dash & get flung into Hell,
I’d nip aroon’ the orange lodge & take their money as well.
Ya mighta heard about me in the pubs or on the news,
Though a lie can travel the world before the truth has found its shoes,
I’m an illuminatin’.. Fornicatin’.. Race Relatin’.. Nazi Hatin’.. Exaggeratin’.. Tired o’ waitin..Top o’ the pile McKinley!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
