Is it this one?

It was doon in auld Invertoddie
The Gestapo were oot on their beats
Lookin' for murder and arson
And drunks as they stot doon the street

Noo two of the Chief Constables agents
Had note-books quite full of names
Fourteen men, three women and a dog
For peein' up closes and lanes

It was twelve o'clock when they found it
Lyin' there just like a log
T'was a badly bashed aboot body
Tyre marks scotched up it's physog

They went through the usual procedures
They kicked it tae mak sure it was dead
Then they went through it's pockets and shared oot it's cash
And smoked all it's fags while it bled

They then lifted up this body
One at it's head and it's feet
and they carried it aff tae an alleyway
And dumped it on an ither man's beat

It was four o'clock when they re-found it
Propped up in an old chip shop doo
r It was naked by now with a note roond it's neck
Not wanted on beats three or four.

By Hamish Imlach I believe.