DAvid McGeorge takes the mic in this harrowing episode of Scottish life.
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Story behind the song
This song was written in a low spell round about 1997, music by myself and lyrics by the vocalist himself - the gifted yet troubled David McGeorge.
Capturing all the misery of the Scottish alcohol problem and chronic public transport underfunding in one song, David delivers a searing and all-too-familiar tale of rejection, dismay and bus stops.
If you are in a good mood before you listen to the track, its sure not to last.
Enjoy. Or rather, don't.
Lyrics
It’s the end of Saturday night.
And I’m pished after hunners of beer.
I’m thinking of Falkirk and
naked birds in the rain
As I’m walking past
A bus stop
And pish into the gutter.
Thinking about the time when I was wee
And spied
my baby sitter Julie
naked,
Spread-eagled on my ma and da’s bed
I swatched a look at her bush
And rubbed myself up against the sofa
There’s a bird at the bus stop
But I’m too pished to even see her coupon
And I just want to get back to Falkirk
But I’ve only got four bob in my pocket
And I’ve got it in my head
to ask the bird for 50p
But I ask to feel her tits
And I’m soaking wet and
From Falkirk
She laughs and tell me I look like Elvis
And that I’ve got a foul mouth
And tells me to go fuck myself
And that she’s into Sinatra
I hate her,
Ken what I mean?
And I walk home
Thinking about Glasgow and
Its West End lassies who stand at bus stops
And I bury my head into my jacket
And head off home to Falkirk,
Centre of Civilisation.
