Chip worked as a boatwright As his father and his gran Working in a boat yard Building on the River Thames One day Chip was hard at work The Devil appeared
Great pharaoh of today Junked up I'm on a day crusade Oh what a clever charade Great garden states Break laws to keep the people down A self elected
While here's to hell It's ringing my bell Sing a song, bang a gong And tonight would be good to be bad. So I take a wee dram Just to take off the edge
We fot the kilt to Leven The kids up there Had multicolored hair A bunch of gnarly punks They welcomed us with open arms We shared together Everything
Somebody's lunch was scattered round the playground A mangy hound Was draggin' it around We laughed, we laughed Cause some poor sucker Had lost the lunch
As long as I've been around To my convictions I am bound Well here's what I've found In the cities and towns Life ain't nothing but a merry-go-round
Remember in the 60's Just a wee toy lad Influence by rockers Most of them were mad Throwing TV's in the pool Livin' life so fast By the time I caught
John Gray was a gardener Who, with his wife and bairn Arrived in Edinburgh The century was nearly turned The year was 1800 That year was harsh and cold
That Serbian man Assassinated Archduke Ferdinand With what would transpire Would change the world And set Europe afire On one side the Czar and the
In days of yore from foreign shores The royal minions came And planted firm their feckless flags On such a fair domain It marked the beginnings of the
buckle up Ye got cher motor runnin' step in and get in gear Your ass is outta there Fire up in the pipe Getting the timing right Transmission very tight Off
