Fairytale of Ibrox (A kind of Justice)

It was Christmas Eve Babe, in the Tax Office

Old Hector said to me, they won’t see another one

They really cooked the books, the Blue Room’s full of crooks

A penny to a pound that Hector shuts them down,

‘They put a fiver down, I’ll go ten’ said the clown

He had a feeling that the big cup could be won

He really splashed the cash on chancers who were gash

He promised better times but all their dreams were screwed

They had Flo and Sebo, they had Gazza there too

They had fans who’d fit right in at Edinburgh Zoo

They had high hopes of winning the Champions Cup

But they stumbled and fumbled and fecked it right up

There was Kaunas and Malmoe and Maribor too

And into the shame’s net the goals simply flew

And when Minty was Skinty and his bubble had burst

He told Uncle Walter that he’d lost his purse

The Bhoys at Celtic Park were singing ‘The Reaper’s on his way’

And the bells were ringing out on Judgement day

They were bust, they were done and the rebels had won

When Whyte increased their debt by a ton

Then they offered old Hector a crap CVA

We knew it was soon going to be judgment day

The Bhoys at Celtic Park were singing ‘The Reaper’s on his way’

And the bells were ringing out on Judgement day

They fell into their tomb, the shame had met their doom

The Zombies fantasise their club is still alive

But they’re now a tribute act trying to deny the fact

They’re Sevco now you see, stuck in Division three…

The Bhoys at Celtic Park were singing ‘The Reaper’s on his way’

And the bells were ringing out on Judgement day.

Tirnaog