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I've rambled down from Glasgow town My labour for to sell Some gaudy bits 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 SongtexteOh, you might've heard about me in the pubs or on the news A lie can travel the world before the truth has found its 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 Aus Songtexte Mania