Secret Wish

Flickin through my old copies of Doris Day albums, I came across her underground version of Secret Love.

I think it is quite TIMeous!

So clear that throat, get singing, and convince your family that you have totally flipped!

If you don’t know the tune here’s Doris in all her glory (and tight trousers)

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=W8Ar9Q0Eru4

And here is the Underground version!

SECRET WISH!

Once they had a secret wish
The huns would win the euro cup
Instead their wish turned into pish
Its time to wind the bigots up!

The judge has put on his black cap
And told sir Minty - he’s fur jail
Cos Bain refused to take the rap
And Findlay wullnae pay the bail!

First Chorus

Now I shout it out frae Garrowhill

Across the town and up to Jordanhill

The huns are heading furra clink

And aw their mingin fans ….are jumpin …..in the drink.

How he cried when came the news
That London’s cops were headed by a Pape!
So he and Wattie hit the booze
While Bainey burnt incriminating tape.

But the polismen had nabbed their man
Now Minty’s just a sad pariah
He’s on his way tae Glasgow’s can
Banged up inside the black mariah

SECOND CHORUS

Now their rabid fans huv had their fill

And wish that Minty’s mum wis oan the pill

Or even better, he’d bought Ayr

Cos their secret dream’s ….a screamin ……NIGHTMARE!

FINALE (if you’re a bloke then pull those trousers tight and really hit that high ‘C’)

Now I shout it out frae Parkheid cross
They’re no jist skint, their scabby side is dross
And Minty’s found a new hotel
Behind steel bars……locked inside……the Bar-L

A Whisper in Paradise

A Whisper in Paradise

Your whisper enticing, as clouds leave the skies
Your warmth so inviting, is calling me home
I turn to avoid you, but you won’t let me roam,
Your heart pulls me closer to my Paradise

CHORUS

El Paradiso, yes our Holy Ground,
When life has deserted it’s there will be found
My ashes upon the green grass in bliss
A breeze soft caressing, a heavenly kiss.

The days when you held me in your welcoming arms
Those nights of great drama when we dared to dream
Of hopes and of pride in Celtic our team
No one can replace your spirit or charms!

CHORUS………………

A choir calls softly then starts to resound
Of Walfrid’s great passion to feed starving souls
Those seeds he sowed then have flourished in shoals
By St Andrew’s waters, on St Patrick’s ground.

CHORUS………………

Big Jock is awaiting with Jinky to greet
With Bobby and Ronnie a welcoming smile
Till then I’ll just wait at this stage for a while
Where magic was conjured from magical feet!

CHORUS

El Paradiso, yes our Holy Ground,
When life has deserted it’s there will be found
My ashes upon the green grass in bliss
A breeze soft caressing, a heavenly kiss.

Return of the Huni!

Return of the Huni!

We’re clapping, dancing, whooping now, wae streamers in the air
For Wattie’s come to to save the day and vanquish woe and care
He’ll huv nae talk of 442, or even 433
Its UVF, and UDA, W and ATP.

It’s great tae be a bully boy, the future’s now sae bright
It’s great tae be a bully boy, we’ll teach the world what’s right
It’s great tae be a bully boy, we’ll put the Papes tae flight
Wae Ally, Wattie and wee Baz, the Rangers urnae shite!

The dark nights gone, our hopes restored we can march with pride again
The Union flag flies high and proud, it stares down on its reign
The Tims will rue the day they messed wae Murray’s Marching Men
This time we’ll no stop after nine we’ll keep right on tae ten.

It’s great tae be a bully boy, the future’s now sae bright
It’s great tae be a bully boy, we’ll teach the world what’s right
It’s great tae be a bully boy, we’ll put the Papes tae flight
Wae Ally, Wattie and wee Baz, the Rangers urnae shite!

Then silence came as the hand of Ghord, turned the light tae blind man’s pitch
And the best laid plans o’ the devils spawn hit a sudden ending hitch
For though they’d conjured up the beast tae help them reach their goals
He couldnae work without new blood, an’ they’d already sold their souls.

OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Ah wannae be a Fenian bhoy, tae wear the green and white
Ah wannae be a Fenian bhoy, an’ be brought intae the light
Ah wannae be a Fenian Bhoy, an’ dae what’s just and right
Wae Ally, Wattie and Wee Baz,…. the Rangers are still shite!

OHHHH The Rangers are shite, …..OHHHHH the Rangers are shite ……..