listened to the live recording on youtube THE FRIDAY GAME (The Corries) Well, the other Friday night I went oot jiggin' wi' ma mates, Tae a place well kent in Edinburgh toon And in case the scene got heavy, we nipped in tae hae a bevy, Three pints, four vodkas and a Blue Lagoon 'Twas a quarter tae eleven when we climbed on board the bus, Arguin' wi' the driver o'er the fare We were shoutin' out and singin', and the bus was fairly mingin', Wi' fish suppers we were eatin’ up the stair Well, we staggered in the dancing, past the bouncers in their suits And I says, "I'll see you later" tae the lads Then I nipped in tae the bog tae comb my hair and squeeze ma plooks And brush the dandruff frae my shoulder pads When I joined up wi' Ronnie I was feelin' ten feet tall, Nae dolly could resist my aftershave From my usual position, leanin' up against the wall, I perused the talent while the disco played Oh, the jiggin’, dancin’, swiggin' is the life for all young men Who've got red blood in their veins instead of blue For some folk the dancin’ isnae their idea o' paradise But it's Mecca for the likes of me and you Well now, Ronnie says to me, "D'ye fancy splittin' up these two?" So casually we sauntered 'cross the hall Ah, but ma one says, "You're nothin', cause I heard ye're on the brew, And anyway I'm dancin' wi' my pall" Ah well, somewhat taken doon, we wandered roond and roond the floor, Tae see if we could find a bit o' spare, Ah, but every bird we chatted up just didn't want tae know, Ye'd have thought that we had beasties in oor hair Well, the night being half way over, and we hadnae made the grade, To sum up the evening, "rubbish" was the word So we had a competition, wi' a screw-top for the prize, Tae the one that got off wi' the ugliest bird Well, I latched on tae this cracker, that was maukin' when I sing, She looked as though her doctor was a vet She had a face like a half-chewed caramel and pimples on her nose, Aye, and legs that could kick-start a jumbo jet Oh, the jiggin’, dancin’, swiggin' is the life for all young men Who've got red blood in their veins instead of blue For some folk the dancin’ isnae their idea o' paradise But it's Mecca for the likes of me and you Well, I casually nicked my fag and stuffed it out behind my ear And tenderly I clutched her sweaty paw And although her face was crabbit, I’d heard she was a rabbit, So the night’s been hardly wasted after all As we danced around the floor, I whispered, "Darlin', where d'ye bide?" And ma heart sank when she answered, "Broomhouse Square" Well, I says, "It's nae a lumber but a pen-pal that you need Or a mortgage for to pay your taxi fare." Well, we waited for the taxi for an hour or maybe two, For ye see, this lemon hadnae ta'en the hint I was absolutely boakin, it was rainin', I was soakin' By the time I paid the taxi, I was skint Well, we cuddled in the close and I tried everythin' I ken I even asked her out with me again Oh but what can a fellow do wi' a expert in Kung Fu And cap it all, I had tae walk back hame Oh, the jiggin’, dancing, friggin’ is the life for all young men, Who’ve got red blood in their veins instead of blue For some folk the dancin’ isnae their idea o’ paradise But it's Mecca for the likes of me and you!
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