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THE JEELIE PIECE SONG (SKYSCRAPER WEAN)
(Adam MacNaughton)

I'm a skyscraper wean, I live on the nineteenth flair,
But I'm no gaun oot to play ony mair,
Since we moved to Castlemilk, I'm wasting away,
'Cause I'm getting one less meal every day

O ye cannae fling pieces oot a twenty-story flat,
Seven-hundred hungry weans will testify to that,
If it's butter, cheese or jeely, if the breid is plain or pan,
The odds against it reaching earth and ninety-nine to one

On the first day my maw flung out a piece o' Hovis brown
It came skyting oot the winda and went up insteid o' doon,
But every twenty-seven hours it comes back into sight,
'Cause my piece went into orbit and became a satellite

One the second day my maw flung me a piece oot once again
It went and hit the pilot in a fast, low-flying plane
He scraped it off his goggles, shouting through the intercom:
'The Clydeside Reds have got me wi' a breid-and-jeely bomb!'

One the third day my maw thought she would try another throw
The Salvation Army band was staunin' doon below
'ONWARD, CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS' was the piece they should have played,
But the oompah-man was playing a piece-on-marmalade

We've wrote away tae Oxfam to try and get some aid,
And a' the weans in Castlemilk have formed a ''Piece'' brigade;
We're going to march to George's Square, demanding civil rights,
Like 'Nae Mair Hooses Over Piece-Flinging Height!'

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