Fellow Hoodlums
On the night that
Maxton died
I fell over
The Clyde was full of old tyres
The wind nearly pulled my
Breeches off
And Ann Kelly
She kissed my mouth
Fellow hoodlums and
Engineers
The Union's south
And we're all here
I'm going up Buchanan Street
With a box of fireworks
And two bottles of
Tizer
On the last train from St. Enochs
I saw the graveyard
It looked like our old street
People were cheering
All the way from Hampden
With macaroons and
And scarves and rattles
Billy's a butcher now
Always has been
And he picks his teeth
With old rusty meat hooks
And he sends his beef with the bike boys
Monday to Saturday
Partick to Cowcaddens
Hoodlums companheiros
Na noite em que
Maxton morreu
Eu cai
O Clyde estava cheio de pneus velhos
O vento quase me puxou
Calça
E Ann Kelly
Ela beijou minha boca
Companheiros de capoeira e
Engenheiros
O sul da União
E estamos todos aqui
Eu vou até a Buchanan Street
Com uma caixa de fogos de artifício
E duas garrafas de
Tizer
No último trem de St. Enochs
Eu vi o cemitério
Parecia nossa antiga rua
As pessoas estavam aplaudindo
Todo o caminho de Hampden
Com macaroons e
E lenços e chocalhos
Billy é um açougueiro agora
Sempre foi
E ele pega os dentes
Com velhos ganchos de carne enferrujada
E ele envia sua carne com os garotos de bicicleta
segunda a sábado
Partick to Cowcaddens