I've been wi' a couple o' cronies,
One or two pals o' my ain;
We went in a hotel, and we did very well,
And then we came out once again;
Then we went into anither,
And that is the reason I'm fu';
We had six deoch-an-doruses, then sang a chorus,
Just listen, I'll sing it to you:
Chorus
I belong to Glasgow,
Dear old Glasgow town;
But there's something the matter wi' Glasgow,
For it's goin' roun' and roun'!
I'm only a common old working lad,
As anyone can see,
But when I get a couple o' drinks on a Saturday,
Glasgow belongs to me!
There's nothing in being teetotal,
And saving a shilling or two;
If your money is spent, then you've nothing to lend,
Why that's all the better for you!
There nae harm in taking a drappie,
It ends all your trouble and strife;
It gives ye the feeling that when you get home,
You don't give a hang for the wife!
Heh heh, that's the feeling you get when you...
and I always say that a man's the man that takes a GOOD drink...
*hiccup* he's a man.
He's a man.
Because when you're teetotaled - when you're teetotaled - ach - when you're teetotaled,
you've always got a rotten feeling
that everybody's yer boss.
People, you don't realize yet that I stand here as the represent-ten-ten-an-bin -
the REPRESENTATIVE of the man
who made the country what it is today - the working man.
Fellow workmen, I have been deputed!
Deputed, not only deputed, but ASKED to speak on behalf of the working man.
Now, these caputilous - these blummin' caputilous millionaires -
where do they get their millions from?
US! Yet these are the people - these are the people - the RICH! - the people with the money!
And what do they do? What do they do? What DO they do? *hiccup*
...US.
Yet these are the people, the rich, they're the very first to turn 'round
and condemn a poor working fella.
Why? Because they see that poor fella goin' home on a Saturday night
after a hard week's work, just a wee bit drunk.
Is he not entittled? Is he not entittled as well as them?
Yet they laugh at him! They condemn him, they DO!
They laugh, they point the scinger of forn at him.
They say, "Look, look at that common laborer.
Intosticated. Absolutely disgraceful.
Under the affluence of incohol. Disgraceful!"
WHY? What's the poor fellow to do?
Heavens, he's got to get home!
What about the rich people themselves?
It's all right for them, they've got big fast motorcars -
they can go past so quick, you don't know whether they're drunk or sober.
But mind ye, I know, I know because...
I belong tae Glasgow,
Dear old Glasgow town;
But there's something the matter wi' Glasgow,
For it's goin' roun' and roun'!
I'm only a common old working lad,
As anyone can see,
But when I get a couple o' drinks on a Saturday,
Glasgow belongs to me!
One or two pals o' my ain;
We went in a hotel, and we did very well,
And then we came out once again;
Then we went into anither,
And that is the reason I'm fu';
We had six deoch-an-doruses, then sang a chorus,
Just listen, I'll sing it to you:
Chorus
I belong to Glasgow,
Dear old Glasgow town;
But there's something the matter wi' Glasgow,
For it's goin' roun' and roun'!
I'm only a common old working lad,
As anyone can see,
But when I get a couple o' drinks on a Saturday,
Glasgow belongs to me!
There's nothing in being teetotal,
And saving a shilling or two;
If your money is spent, then you've nothing to lend,
Why that's all the better for you!
There nae harm in taking a drappie,
It ends all your trouble and strife;
It gives ye the feeling that when you get home,
You don't give a hang for the wife!
Heh heh, that's the feeling you get when you...
and I always say that a man's the man that takes a GOOD drink...
*hiccup* he's a man.
He's a man.
Because when you're teetotaled - when you're teetotaled - ach - when you're teetotaled,
you've always got a rotten feeling
that everybody's yer boss.
People, you don't realize yet that I stand here as the represent-ten-ten-an-bin -
the REPRESENTATIVE of the man
who made the country what it is today - the working man.
Fellow workmen, I have been deputed!
Deputed, not only deputed, but ASKED to speak on behalf of the working man.
Now, these caputilous - these blummin' caputilous millionaires -
where do they get their millions from?
US! Yet these are the people - these are the people - the RICH! - the people with the money!
And what do they do? What do they do? What DO they do? *hiccup*
...US.
Yet these are the people, the rich, they're the very first to turn 'round
and condemn a poor working fella.
Why? Because they see that poor fella goin' home on a Saturday night
after a hard week's work, just a wee bit drunk.
Is he not entittled? Is he not entittled as well as them?
Yet they laugh at him! They condemn him, they DO!
They laugh, they point the scinger of forn at him.
They say, "Look, look at that common laborer.
Intosticated. Absolutely disgraceful.
Under the affluence of incohol. Disgraceful!"
WHY? What's the poor fellow to do?
Heavens, he's got to get home!
What about the rich people themselves?
It's all right for them, they've got big fast motorcars -
they can go past so quick, you don't know whether they're drunk or sober.
But mind ye, I know, I know because...
I belong tae Glasgow,
Dear old Glasgow town;
But there's something the matter wi' Glasgow,
For it's goin' roun' and roun'!
I'm only a common old working lad,
As anyone can see,
But when I get a couple o' drinks on a Saturday,
Glasgow belongs to me!