Fellow Hoodlums Lyrics

	作曲 : Ross
	On the night that
	Maxton died
	I fell over
	The Clyde was full of old tyres
	The wind nearly pulled my
	Breeches off
	And Ann Kelly
	She kissed my mouth
	Fellow hoodlums and
	Engineers
	The Union's south
	And we're all here
	I'm going up Buchanan Street
	With a box of fireworks
	And two bottles of
	Tizer
	On the last train from St. Enochs
	I saw the graveyard
	It looked like our old street
	People were cheering
	All the way from Hampden
	With macaroons and
	And scarves and rattles
	Fellow hoodlums and
	Engineers
	The Union's south
	And we're all here
	I'm going up Buchanan Street
	With a box of fireworks
	And two bottles of
	Tizer
	Billy's a butcher now
	Always has been
	And he picks his teeth
	With old rusty meat hooks
	And he sends his beef with the bike boys
	Monday to Saturday
	Partick to Cowcaddens
	Fellow hoodlums and
	Engineers
	The Union's south
	And we're all here
	I'm going up Buchanan Street
	With a box of fireworks
	And two bottles of
	Tizer
	I'm going up Buchanan Street
	With a box of fireworks
	And two bottles of
	Tizer

	zuo qu : Ross
	On the night that
	Maxton died
	I fell over
	The Clyde was full of old tyres
	The wind nearly pulled my
	Breeches off
	And Ann Kelly
	She kissed my mouth
	Fellow hoodlums and
	Engineers
	The Union' s south
	And we' re all here
	I' m going up Buchanan Street
	With a box of fireworks
	And two bottles of
	Tizer
	On the last train from St. Enochs
	I saw the graveyard
	It looked like our old street
	People were cheering
	All the way from Hampden
	With macaroons and
	And scarves and rattles
	Fellow hoodlums and
	Engineers
	The Union' s south
	And we' re all here
	I' m going up Buchanan Street
	With a box of fireworks
	And two bottles of
	Tizer
	Billy' s a butcher now
	Always has been
	And he picks his teeth
	With old rusty meat hooks
	And he sends his beef with the bike boys
	Monday to Saturday
	Partick to Cowcaddens
	Fellow hoodlums and
	Engineers
	The Union' s south
	And we' re all here
	I' m going up Buchanan Street
	With a box of fireworks
	And two bottles of
	Tizer
	I' m going up Buchanan Street
	With a box of fireworks
	And two bottles of
	Tizer

	zuò qǔ : Ross
	On the night that
	Maxton died
	I fell over
	The Clyde was full of old tyres
	The wind nearly pulled my
	Breeches off
	And Ann Kelly
	She kissed my mouth
	Fellow hoodlums and
	Engineers
	The Union' s south
	And we' re all here
	I' m going up Buchanan Street
	With a box of fireworks
	And two bottles of
	Tizer
	On the last train from St. Enochs
	I saw the graveyard
	It looked like our old street
	People were cheering
	All the way from Hampden
	With macaroons and
	And scarves and rattles
	Fellow hoodlums and
	Engineers
	The Union' s south
	And we' re all here
	I' m going up Buchanan Street
	With a box of fireworks
	And two bottles of
	Tizer
	Billy' s a butcher now
	Always has been
	And he picks his teeth
	With old rusty meat hooks
	And he sends his beef with the bike boys
	Monday to Saturday
	Partick to Cowcaddens
	Fellow hoodlums and
	Engineers
	The Union' s south
	And we' re all here
	I' m going up Buchanan Street
	With a box of fireworks
	And two bottles of
	Tizer
	I' m going up Buchanan Street
	With a box of fireworks
	And two bottles of
	Tizer

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