Springburn (Mar 1996) Yer auld decrepit streets still tend A tumble a pee-the-beds roon gable-end Where scabby dug and boays befriend And stoatin summers never end Where drunks come steamin up the street And wifies gabbing there dae meet Their weans are screaming at their feet The dinners on, they'll need tae beat Big lassies shout 'Hey wee man there Aye you, ya bam, the wan wae hair' Big wummin gab aboot the Fair And how their feet are awfy sair And gangs a boys, they rove aboot Up tae nae good, ye canny doot They surely need their faithur's boot That wid prob'ly sort them oot The drains are minging aw aroon But it's jist the same in every toon The Cooncil says they'll fix it soon We see them wance in a big blue moon But still the weans are roon the backs Wi bools in stanks and sticks in cracks Playing games wi nicks and nacks Found in the midden in mouldy sacks My Springburn hame was first tae me The safest place I'll ever be The Cooncil knocked it doon I see But here it stays in memory