1. Well ah didnae wake up this mornin’, ‘cause somebody laced ma gin.
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When ah finally rose ah went down on my nose, ‘cause they also laced
ah went down for some beechems, and I thought I’d crack me a can.
I got back upstairs I was gobsmacked,-- see ah stei in a caravan.
I took out my Yamaha, -- and sat me down to write a song.
But I couldn’t put pen to paper, -- ‘cause my petrol tank was gone.
I got out my dohbro, put some riffs down on that tape-deck on the shelf.
Then I played it back and I joined in, -- ‘cause I like playin’ with
Well my Maisie she done left me, cause I’m just too fond of that weed.
Ah but life’s for livin’ baby, --- cause you’re a lang time deid.
went down to ‘Sooky’ Tawdry’s, -- she lives up to her name boy you can
Oh Lawdy, Lawdy, Lawdy give me chastity, but not --- quite --- yet.
Well Maisie’s ol’ man he came after me, with his ’45 and his eyes so full
But he didn’t stand a chance against, ------- my big -78.
ol’ Bill he done catch me, and I’m lyin’ in this prison-cell for my sin.
I’d have made my escape easy but, --- I still hudnae unlaced my shin.
it’s a thousand miles to breakfast, but it’s even further to Nepal.
Well you’d better take your mac Jack cause a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
you can’t keep a horse in a lighthouse, or off a bus your granny kick.
Cause the Leith police dismisseth us, --- and the sixth sheikh’s
sixth sheep’s sick.
Don’t live your life in no fast lane, --- and stay clear of that smack and
Or you’ll wind up singin’ those lateral thinkin’ – eat your greens
(Just make up your own 12 –
bar – blues tune.)
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