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THE BIG GLASGOW POLIS

MATT MCGINN SONG
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THE BIG GLASGOW POLIS

by

Matt McGinn

 

Nya, nya, nya

Wi my handcuffs and my truncheon, my whistle and my book

I'm the scourge of all the criminals, the terror of the crook

Upon my feet you'll always find a pair of size eighteens

I'm the finest Glasgow polisman that you have ever seen

Nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya

 

I was working in the Heilands, picking totties, making tweed

Some whisky and some poaching, to put jam upon my breid

My cousin, Bobby, says to me, 'Come on, we're wastin time

We’ll join the Glasgow polis force and put an end to crime.'

Nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya

 

One night when I was on my beat quite lonely by myself

I met a Glasgow lady, she was on her beat as well

She asked me for the time, I obliged her with a snort

Although, I must confess, the time she asked was very short

Nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya

 

Now the Glasgow polis force, it is acutely short of staff

If I tell to you the reason, it'll maybe make some of you laugh

Last night for breaking into shops up in the Gallowgate

They arrested seven criminals, one of them was my mate

Nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya

 

They've given me another mate, he's one of the finest men

And he and me went out today upon the 2 to 10

We'd scarcely left the station, when he threw away his butt

He says lend me 20 Capstan, lad, until the shops are shut

Nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya

 

Now if ever you’re in trouble and you dial 999

And the operator tells you, 'You should try another line.'

The line to try is some of the pubs, the Scotia or the Bowers

It’s there you're sure to find me, lads, especially after hours

Nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya

 

Wi my handcuffs and my truncheon, my whistle and my book

I'm the scourge of all the criminals, the terror of the crook

Upon my feet you'll always find a pair of size eighteens

I'm the finest Glasgow polisman that you have ever seen

Nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya, nya

 

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