Copyright jim ferguson 2018
jim ferguson - poems
2 Folk-ish Song Lyrics
Bank on It
(a real doon-hame country song)
On Wall Street, on Wall Street,
Nobody wears overalls there.
Thawl float around in a suit an a tie,
An a-pointin their nose in the air.
We are the Hicks from Hicksville,
We're thick as two short planks.
And when our bosses rob us,
We bow down and say thanks.
On Wall Street, on Wall Street,
Nobody wears overalls there.
Thawl float around in a suit an a tie,
An a-pointin their nose in the air.
Let's all us Hicks go to Wall Street,
There we can woop an a-holler.
An if we're short of the bus fare home,
Them nice bankers can lend us a dollar.
‘At a very good rate of interest, of course.’
On Wall Street, on Wall Street,
Nobody wears overalls there.
Thawl float around in a suit an a tie,
An a-pointin their nose in the air.
the snobby spoon
wherefore flees ma wee wuddin spin?
it jooks oot the windae, thinks am urny in,
whaur ur ye gaun, ma frien made o wud?
ye’ll get blawn awa, ye’ll come tae nae guid
the spoon replies, am gettin right oota here
yiv nae soup tae stir, n nae whisky ir beer
wha wants tae live in a hoose lik this,
stoury and manky and smellin amiss?
yir lazy n shiftless n ahv nuthin tae dae,
so that’s it, am offski, am flyin away,
am left oan the shelf, aw lonely n dour
ah canny thole it here anither hour
ahm leavin ye noo, gaun a-wanderin O,
whaur the breeze taks mi, that’s whaur ahl go,
yir auld hoose is mingin, man ye huv tae agree,
lastime ye dusted wis nineteen sixty three —
—ahl grant ye am messy, an am lazy as well,
but wioot ye, ma wee spin, life wid be hell,
ah, says the spin, too late tae repent,
ahv been asked tae move in wae an upmarket gent
