ya canny beet a Pan Loaf

... wae buttr and jeely
The Jeely Piece Song
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I'm a syscraper wean
I live on the nineteenth flaer
An' I'm no goin' oot tae play ony maer.
Fur since we've moved tae oor new hoose
I'm wastin' away
Cos I'm gettin' one less meal every day.
Chorus:
Oh, ye canna fling pieces oot a twenty story flat
seven thoosand hungry weans'll testify tae that
be it butter, cheese or jeely
if the bread be plain or pan
the odds against it reachin earth are ninety nine tae wan.
On the first day, my ma threw oot a slice o' Hovis broon
It skited oot the windae an' went up instead o' doon
now evert twenty seven oors it comes back intae sight
for my piece went intae orbit and became a satelite.
Chorus
On the next day my maw theought that she' wud try again
This time the piece collided with a fast low flying plane
The pilot scraped it from his goggles and shouted through the intercom
The Clydeside Reds have got me wi' a breed an' Jeely bomb.
Chorus
On the third day my ma thought she would have another go
The Salvation Army band was playin' doon below
'Onward Christian Soldiers' was the tune they should have played
But the oom-pah man was playin on a piece an' marmalade
Chorus