(THE) JEELY PIECE SONG/JELLY PIECE SONG/HEIGHT STARVATION SONG, WRITTEN BY ADAM McNAUGHTAN

(THE) JEELY PIECE SONG

words and music by

Adam McNaughtan

Ye cannae fling pieces fae a twenty-storey flat

Seven hundred hungry weans'll testify to that

If it's butter, cheese or jeely, if the breid be plain or pan

The odds against it reaching earth are ninety-nine to one

I'm a skyscraper wean living on the eighteenth flair

But I'm no gaun oot to play ony mair

For since I moved to Castlemilk, I'm wasting away

For I'm getting one less meal every day

Ye cannae fling pieces fae a twenty-storey flat

Seven hundred hungry weans'll testify to that

If it's butter, cheese or jeely, if the breid be plain or pan

The odds against it reaching earth are ninety-nine to one

On the first day my mammy flung a piece on Hovis brown

It came skyting oot the windae, went up insteid o doon

Now every twenty-seven hours it comes back into sight

For my piece went into orbit, became a satellite

Ye cannae fling pieces fae a twenty-storey flat

Seven hundred hungry weans'll testify to that

If it's butter, cheese or jeely, if the breid be plain or pan

The odds against it reaching earth are ninety-nine to one

On the second day my mammy thought she’d try it once again

It went and hit the pilot of a fast, low-flying plane

As he scraped it fae his goggles, he cried through the intercom,

'The Clydeside Reds have got me wi a piece-and-jeely bomb'

Ye cannae fling pieces fae a twenty-storey flat

Seven hundred hungry weans'll testify to that

If it's butter, cheese or jeely, if the breid be plain or pan

The odds against it reaching earth are ninety-nine to one

One the third day my mammy thought she’d try another throw

The Salvation Army band was playin doon below

Onward Christian Soldiers was the tune they should have played

But the oompah-man was playing on a piece and marmalade

Ye cannae fling pieces fae a twenty-storey flat

Seven hundred hungry weans'll testify to that

If it's butter, cheese or jeely, if the breid be plain or pan

The odds against it reaching earth are ninety-nine to one

Now we’ve written aff tae Oxfam asking for some aid

And aw the weans in Castlemilk have formed a Piece Brigade

We're gonnie march to George's Square demanding civil rights

Like nae mair buildings over piece-flinging heights

Ye cannae fling pieces fae a twenty-storey flat

Seven hundred hungry weans'll testify to that

If it's butter, cheese or jeely, if the breid be plain or pan

The odds against it reaching earth are ninety-nine to one