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