Real Mckenzies – Kings O’ Glasgow

McTavish worked the factory a common workin’ lad

Not much to look forward to ‘cept drink and being bad

He’d show up at the bar and spend his money on the booze

Spend the night complaining, to the barman he’d be rude

He’d brag loudly at the bar ’bout the time he’d got the crabs

Or the strike down at the docks when he beat up all the scabs

The barman said yo laddie you keep the language clean

He smiled and said pissh off and threw up in the soup tureen

What’s the matter it’s dear olde Glasgee’s goin’ round and round

Saturday night, Sunday morning

The King O Glasgee Town

One day in the Queen came ‘to town, he went to the parade

Shtill pisht from the night before he spied her motorcade

As her car went past he made a gesture very divide

He lifted his kilt and showed his ass as dirty as the Clyde

He staggered home that night

His kilt was dripping piss

He stopped te boch on a minister’s frock

And he raised his drunken fist