Saturday, 29 June 2013
The Pictchur Above
See that wee man, Do you see that small man,
On the bike, On the bike,
That's me. That's me.
An' later in life, And later in life,
I had a Volkswagon, I had a Volkswagon,
Wi' a wing mirror. With a wing-mirror.
This wee spedder, This small spider,
Cah'd Freida, Called Freida,
Youst tae bide in the mirror, Used to live in the mirror,
Came oot in the sun. Came out in the sun.
Me an' Freida, Freida and I,
Had a blast, Had a great time,
In that Polo, In that Polo,
Buzzin' aboot, Driving around,
An' buzzin' aboot. And driving around.
Then came the cresh, Then came the crash,
That lost pare Freida, That lost poor Freida,
An' the mirror - And the mirror -
Her hale hame, Her whole home,
Went spinnin, Went spinning,
Doon the brae, Down the hill,
Pare wee thing, Poor little thing,
Spinnin doon the brae. Spinning down the hill.
Eh'll eyewiz remember ye, I'll always remember you,
Wee Freida, Little Freida,
Ma wee spedder, My small spider,
An' ma bike, And my bike,
An' ma Polo. And my Polo.
An' ah that graffiti, And all that graffiti,
On the corrugated door, On the corrugated door,
That ever since, That ever since,
Eh've tred tae emmulate, I've tried to emmulate,
Wi' nae luck, Unsuccessfully,
In these faecal verses, In these shitty verses,
Spinnin' doon the brae. Spinning down the hill.