Adam McNaughtan sings it on 'WordsWordsWords'. Here's his version:

He's fitba' crazy, he's fitba' mad
And the fitba' it has robbed him o' the wee bit sense he had
It would tak' a dozen skivvies his clothes tae wash and scrub (skivvies - servant girls)
Since Jock became a member o' that terrible fitba' club

The first match that he played in, I'm sure I saw it a'
They had twa bricks for the goalposts and a tin can for a ba'
When Jock took a place kick the ba' rose like a cork
Went soarin' o'er the buildings and it landed in New York

His wife said that she'll leave him if Jocky doesn't keep
Away from football kicking at night time in his sleep
He calls out, Pass, McGinty, and other things so droll
Last night he kicked her out of bed and shouted, It's a goal

[1983:] Singers have regarded this as a comparatively recent song. In fact, its original author, James Curran, who came to Glasgow from Donegal as a boy, died in 1900. I have here restored some of his lines, which the tradition, drawing on Irish sources, had dropped. (Notes Adam McNaughtan, 'WordsWordsWords')