Текст (слова) песни: Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross - 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
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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
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