Faifley के बोल

Faifley had a black cloud around it There was nobody there and someone had stole the chimneys Fifteen dogs ran up the street Looking for the Hepatitis Hospital And a cat with a bread poultice was singing shangalang backwards The Sunday Mail says Woodys in Japan now I'd made it through Partic, Whiteinch, Scotstoun and Yoker I was here same as everyone No more fags, no more Giro, No more Petrol