Текст песни Deacon Blue - Fellow Hoodlums
Deacon Blue - Fellow Hoodlums слова песни
On the night thatMaxton diedI fell overThe Clyde was full of old tyresThe wind nearly pulled myBreeches offAnd Ann KellyShe kissed my mouthFellow hoodlums andEngineersThe Union`s southAnd we`re all hereI`m going up Buchanan StreetWith a box of fireworksAnd two bottles ofTizerOn the last train from St. EnochsI saw the graveyardIt looked like our old streetPeople were cheeringAll the way from HampdenWith macaroons andAnd scarves and rattlesFellow hoodlums andEngineersThe Union`s southAnd we`re all hereI`m going up Buchanan StreetWith a box of fireworksAnd two bottles ofTizerBilly`s a butcher nowAlways has beenAnd he picks his teethWith old rusty meat hooksAnd he sends his beef with the bike boysMonday to SaturdayPartick to CowcaddensFellow hoodlums andEngineersThe Union`s southAnd we`re all hereI`m going up Buchanan StreetWith a box of fireworksAnd two bottles ofTizerI`m going up Buchanan StreetWith a box of fireworksAnd two bottles ofTizer