SUZIE (RUBY), DON’T TAKE YOUR LOVE TO TOWN

SUZIE, DON’T TAKE YOUR LOVE TO TOWN

by

Matt McGinn

You’ve painted up your lips and combed and curled your dyed-blonde hair

Suzie, are you contemplating shuffling out somewhere?

The clock upon the wall tells me it’s time ye were in yer bed

Suzie, the vino’s gone to yer head

It wasn’t me who started that crazy old Tongs and Santoi war

But being the biggest eejit fae the Calton, I‘d to go out and do my patriotic chore

I razored seventeen o them and cut the heids aff fourteen mair

Afore they left me, stretched oot on this flair

It’s hard to love a woman with bowly legs and skelly eyes

Oh, one thing I’ll never accuse ye of is goin out wi other guys

Nonetheless I hope ye manage tae get yersel another man

But Suzie, why d’ye no leave me my bedpan?