Текст Deacon Blue – Fellow Hoodlums

On the night that
Maxton died
I fell over
The Clyde was full of old tyres

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
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

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