The Rumjacks - Billy McKinley lyrics
[The Rumjacks - Billy McKinley lyrics]
I've rambled down from Glasgow town
My labour for to sell
Some gaudy bit's and baubles and
My dignity as well
Aw, straight and level, I’ll square the devil
His right and daily due
A-stumblin' out the door a-singin’
‘I’ll paddle me own canoe’
Oh, pickle your head and pish the bed
And be up in the morning early
Well, how would you do if I were you
And you were Billy McKinley
My father tried to book his ticket
The day we got the blitz
A-steamin’ up and down the street
A-wavin’ all his fists
But the Luftie never got the chance
To do the fucker in
Before my poor old suffering mother came
And dropped one on his chin
Oh, pickle your head and pish the bed
And be up in the morning early
Well, how would you do if I were you
And you were Billy McKinley
Oh, I'd go around the Catholic clubs
A-sellin’ a game o’ chance
I'd toss the penny until she sings
And make the dice to dance
But so’s I wouldnae do my dash
And get flung into Hell
I’d nip around the orange lodge and
Take their money as well
Oh, you might've heard about me in
The pubs or on the news
A lie can travel the world before
The truth has found it's shoes
I’m an illuminatin’, fornicatin’, race
Relatin’, Nazi hatin’ exaggeratin’
Tired o’ waitin'
On top o’ the pile McKinley!
Oh, pickle your head and pish the bed
And be up in the morning early
Well, how would you do if I were you
And you were Billy McKinley
Oh, pickle your head and pish the bed
And be up in the morning early
Well, how would you do if I were you
And you were Billy McKinley
My labour for to sell
Some gaudy bit's and baubles and
My dignity as well
Aw, straight and level, I’ll square the devil
His right and daily due
A-stumblin' out the door a-singin’
‘I’ll paddle me own canoe’
Oh, pickle your head and pish the bed
And be up in the morning early
Well, how would you do if I were you
And you were Billy McKinley
My father tried to book his ticket
The day we got the blitz
A-steamin’ up and down the street
A-wavin’ all his fists
But the Luftie never got the chance
To do the fucker in
Before my poor old suffering mother came
And dropped one on his chin
Oh, pickle your head and pish the bed
And be up in the morning early
Well, how would you do if I were you
And you were Billy McKinley
Oh, I'd go around the Catholic clubs
A-sellin’ a game o’ chance
I'd toss the penny until she sings
And make the dice to dance
But so’s I wouldnae do my dash
And get flung into Hell
I’d nip around the orange lodge and
Take their money as well
Oh, you might've heard about me in
The pubs or on the news
A lie can travel the world before
The truth has found it's shoes
I’m an illuminatin’, fornicatin’, race
Relatin’, Nazi hatin’ exaggeratin’
Tired o’ waitin'
On top o’ the pile McKinley!
Oh, pickle your head and pish the bed
And be up in the morning early
Well, how would you do if I were you
And you were Billy McKinley
Oh, pickle your head and pish the bed
And be up in the morning early
Well, how would you do if I were you
And you were Billy McKinley