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Four More Shots
Blue, white and Black was the colour of their ties
In a town on the Clyde, a thousand miles from paradise
Folks are down on their luck, forgotten so it seems
In the dark of the night very few can hear you scream
As Bernie says, when will my country be free once more
The answer is when, everybody knows the score
Many made the choice to move to bigger towns
Maybe meet the special girl or even settle down
Get your ink done, the definition of rock
And crafted your curls into a crackin Mohawk
And in the pub I said the only thing that counts is happiness
Its hard to tell that to someone whos stressed
She took a trip to another place, but she’ll never reach the end
So long my friend
I still think we’re sitting in the pub, drinkin way back then
OI OI OI
One more jar, talking shegite at the bar
Doubled over laughing, girl that chat will get you far
The people of The Port we’re all happy to know her
Four more shots and a couple of Coronas.
Blue, white and black was the colour of their eyes
On a town on the Clyde, a thousand miles from paradise
Gathered as far as the eye could see,
People were standing, sharing happy memories
It wasn’t fair, theres nothing in life is fair it seems
Surely this must only be a dream
It’s a vicious wee place, we’re often pished oot wur face
Wi some of the finest people ive had the pleasure to disgrace
Taste Jack D, better than smack for me, grab a flask of tea
And add the golden cask whiskey
Pour some out for my friends, The Skarsoles never follow trends
Scottish blend, over make the ladies bend, we intend
To fend, for ourselves, diy disks on the shelf
Busy onstage like Santa’s elves
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