Now that was a song about Harry Mary,
one of the best known birds in Glasgow,
a mother.
And this next song is the story of how she became a mother.
Well out to the east there came a hard man,
oh,
all the way free Brighton, ha ha ha,
glory hallelujah,
got the red oil and the orange juice.
Well he went into a pub
and he come out paralytic,
oh,
VP and cider, ha ha ha,
what a hell of a mixture,
got the red oil and the orange juice,
*** rears its ugly head now,
does this bus go to the dentist and poly,
oh, I'm looking for a lumber,
ha ha ha,
glory hallelujah,
got the red oil and the orange juice,
eyes up the talent and lo and
behold,
in the Johnson he met Harry Mary,
oh,
the flute of the garbles, ha ha ha, glory
hallelujah,
got the red oil and the orange juice,
charts her up,
oh, new Mary,
are you
Johnson,
oh no,
it's just the way I'm stoning, ha ha ha,
glory hallelujah,
got the red oil
and the orange juice, rebuffed,
oh well then Mary, you're one in a million,
oh,
so's your
chances, ha ha ha,
glory hallelujah,
got the red oil and the orange juice,
rebuffed again,
well then Mary,
can I run you here,
oh, I've got a pair of sand shoes, ha ha ha,
what a
hell of a funny,
got the red oil and the orange juice,
never say die,
sways her boot nonchalantly,
picking his nails with his bainer,
and he knocks it off,
well, down through the back
close and into the dunny,
oh,
it wasn't for the first time, ha ha ha,
glory hallelujah,
got the red oil and the orange juice,
then out came her mommy,
she was going to the cludgy,
oh,
up a good half sharpish,
ha ha ha,
glory hallelujah,
got the red oil and the orange
juice,
new Harry, Mary's looking for her heart man,
oh,
he's joining the foreign legion,
ha ha ha,
so hot under the camels,
got the red oil and the orange juice,
then Harry,
Mary had a little baby,
oh,
it's feathers in the army, ha ha ha,
glory hallelujah,
got
the red oil and the orange juice.