"I think I'd sleep with her with no clothes on than you in your best suit" I to my dummy at the Winter Gardens, Rothesay, Isle of Bute While the manager, for rain, watched the £50 grey clouds in Knowing if it rained get the crowds Knowing if it we'd get the crowds
in Greenock, 'the Tall Drole' was known to all Worked in the mines and the mills but ended up in music Maidie the accordion, she was 'the Small Doll' We bring the hoose doon, nae bother at a'!
It all like yesterday, though you weren't alive The Panopticon, the Trongate, Glasgow In the name of the wee man, here Funny Clive God, it made you glad to be
It's the Laird of here, aye you ken me weil With ma of characters frae places that are nearly real Cold today! Aye! That's why we're by the Everybody To the Aberdeen Pavilion Every night is fun!
I as the panto tea boy, became the canny Scot Like a chimney on a ladder to very top Synonymous for many with my famous The Reverend I.M. Jolly, the minister
The comedians that you may see today they get their talent for remarkable mimicry? It's plain to see, it from me, I saw them scribbling away all laughed like crazy at my "hoity-toity ladies"
"The at the castle is half mast high 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, they cannae At the Aberdeen Pavilion, sixteen bloody years we've run And every single night of been fun! Every single bloody night's fun!