Paddy And Jock

Paddy drew dole in London
With Jock from Glasgow town
Still fighting for a future
From a squat in Brixton town
Oul Jack was feeling restless
Being tired of fucked around
A Paddy me mate I've had enough
Lets split this stinking hole

Well they wired a car in Chelsea
And chrashed outside Witham
Got a lift from a good old German guy
On his way to Amsterdam
Bought a one way ticket to nowhere
They left it all behind
With whiskey and gin from the duty free
You could hear those banshees howl

Paddy and Jock had a rare old time
A smoking dope and drinking wine
With the hair of a dog lost track of time
And forgot about their sorrows

And the changes were amazing
When they finally crawled ashore
There were the tulips growing left and right
And windmills by the score
Oul Jack he found a coffee shop
And much to his surprise
For he fell in love with a tough fräulein
Who walked it nine to five

The jobs were all a plenty
And Paddy did his time
Bashing asbest in some engine room
For a four and twenty five
Oul Jack he made it cushy
Filled his pocket full of dope
Sold camel shit to the John Bull cunts
Just to hear those bastards choke

Paddy headed for the northern lights
For a lovers rendezvous
Jock was taking A and H
To supress his scottish blues
Must have thought he was an eagle
When he climbed up on the roof
Six storeys high to the oul ground floor
It took him one point two