The Old Of The Boys Brigade
Oh Father why are you so sad
On this home cup tie morn
When Ibrox men are proud and glad
Of the heated ba' we've drawn?
My son it seems a memory stirs
Of far off distant days
When being a young Hun like you
I watched the Raynjurz play.
Where is the club I used to see
When 'history' was made
With EBTs that were tax free
And debt we never paid?
And now at home we watch a clone
That wears our made up stars
But people know it's just Sevco
And laugh at us in bars.
They say 'Gers died
And split their sides
When we say they're the same
Even worse Sevco's going bust
And heading down the drain.
Where is the club I used to see
From whom we stole the name?
We like to claim the history
But don't accept the shame.
And so my boy I've told you why
When Sevco play I cry.
For I recall we did fuck all
As we watched the old 'Gers die.
It was long ago before Sevco
The Billy Boys and me
Watched as our side began it's slide
Into insolvency.
Where is the club I used to see?
Who 'bought' the history?
Will we be told when Sevco fold
To follow 'Gers Mark three?