BINGO BELLA

BINGO BELLA

by

Matt McGinn

I'll be down to collect you for the bingo, Bella

Rendezvous in the Gallowgate

Mind Bella, don't be late

We've got to be there

Afore the crowd starts queuin’

Remember when we get there, Bella

We're gonna be trying for the big snowball

But whether it's win or lose

We'll have a damn good feed of the booze

Tomorrow night at the Southside Bingo Ball

You and I were nearly winnin' the last time, Bella

If it hadnae been for Maggie McGill

Wouldn't yon yin make ye ill?

Seven hundred and twenty two smackers

Hasnae spoken to a neighbour since then

After tappin' them for seventeen years

Ah, but mind you there's one thing nice

Lightning never strikes the same place twice

So we'll have a chance at the Southside Bingo Ball

We'll be catching the bus to the bingo, Bella

We will alight at the Gorbals Cross

Pie and peas wi' tomato sauce

Till we can lay our hauns on that snowball

Then we'll be heading for the taxi, Bella

To the Rogano wi your haulf-crown tip

And when they ask us what we want

We'll say, ‘Pour us oot your creme-de-menthe’

Tomorrow night at the Southside Bingo Ball

I'll be down to collect you for the bingo, Bella

Rendezvous in the Gallowgate

Mind Bella, don't be late

We've got to be there

Afore the crowd starts queuin’

Remember when we get there, Bella

We're gonna be trying for the big snowball

But whether it's win or lose

We'll have a damn good feed of the booze

Tomorrow night at the Southside Bingo Ball