Davie Where's Yer Warchest


Ah’ve just flown in wi’ some duds tae buy
Ah’m no’ very rich but Ah’m awfy fly
The Peepul shout as Ah go by
‘Gonny sign some bruisers?’
Let the wind blaw high, let the wind blaw low
Through the streets in ma sash Ah go
The Peepul shout:’Hullo, hullo!’
As they fa’ oot o’ the boozers.

Ah met wi’ the fans in the Orange hall
But kept ma back pressed tae the wall
In case they could see Ah was worth fuck all
‘Cos the arse was oot ma troosers
Let the wind blaw high, let the wind blaw low
Through the free transfer list Ah go
The Peepul shout:’Hullo, hullo!’
But beggars can’t be choosers.

Ah said Ah was aff tae London town
Tae see if investors could be found
As if anyone would gie a pound
Tae sectarian abusers!
Let the wind blaw high, let the wind blaw low
Back tae SA wi’ their money Ah go
The Peepul still shout:’Hullo, hullo!’
Whit a bunch o’ fuckin’ losers!


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