"I think I'd rather sleep with her no clothes on than you in your best suit" I said to my at the Winter Gardens, Rothesay, Isle of Bute While the manager, praying for rain, the £50 grey clouds in Knowing if it rained we'd get the Knowing if it we'd get the crowds
Born in Greenock, 'the Tall was known to all Worked in the and the mills but ended up in music hall played the accordion, she was 'the Small Doll' We could bring the hoose doon, nae at a'!
It all like yesterday, though you weren't alive The Panopticon, the Trongate, 1935 In the name of the wee man, here comes Funny God, it you glad to be alive
It's the Laird of Inversnecky here, aye you ken me With ma cast of frae places that are nearly real Cold today! Aye! That's why we're by the come To the Aberdeen Pavilion Every single is fun!
I as the panto tea boy, became the canny Scot Like a chimney sweep on a ladder to top for many with my famous character The I.M. Jolly, the morose minister
The character that you may see today Where'd get their talent for remarkable mimicry? It's plain to see, it came from me, I saw scribbling away They all like crazy at my "hoity-toity ladies"
"The flag at the castle is half mast Let's all go to Mackie's for a wee cup of tea"
It's the Laird of Inversnecky here, back to make you The Portobello pierrots, cannae compete At the Aberdeen Pavilion, sixteen bloody years we've run And single night of it's been fun! Every single bloody been fun!