On the first day my maw flung me out a dod o' malted broon.
It came skyting oot the windae and went up insteid o' doon,
But every twenty-seven hours it comes back into sight,
'Cause my piece went into orbit and became a satellite.
On the next day my maw flung me oot a piece once again.
It came skyting oot the windae and went up insteid o' doon,
But every twenty-seven hours it comes back into sight,
'Cause my piece went into orbit and became a satellite.
On the next day my maw flung me oot a piece once again.
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He scraped it aff his goggles, shouting through the intercom:
`The Clydeside Reds have got me wi' a breid-and-jeely bomb!'