OK, I gave it another listen and here's what I come up with:

I was born in Denniston (?), Glasgow A(E?)-1
I made butter in the bowl, jumped the dykes, kicked the can;
at dodgie-ball I ducked, at white(?)*** I dived;
there was naebody there to tell you that your childhoood was deprived.

Oh the Glasgow I belong to, it's the dear green place;]
it's the capital of culture, it's a dammed disgrace;
it's Kelvinside and Calton [as in Calton weavers], pan loaf, plain breid,
It's the Tron, it's the Tramway and the [pause] Sarryheid.

For my uni education I went over tae the west'
**** to union dances ******
******   has a magic all its own *************
.............

I began my teaching in the northern housing scheme,
a neighborhood unit of the corporation's dream;
the plan was well intentioned but to say the least bizarre,
twenty thousand drinkers and no a single bar.....

I've been on the southside now two decades and a hoff,
you can tell the way I'm talking that I've became a toff;
this only goes to show how one lives and learns
********** ................

*** city merchants *********** Glasgow on the Clyde;
*****************
**************
I belong to Glasgow and I always will ..........

You can see that there're great gaps in my hearing comprehension (though no doubt the words will ring loud and clear, once I know what they are).   So please, Scabby, if you could corner your friend who sings this song......