By jings, Teribus, that's scraping the barrel innit... though I have memories of slightly different phrases here and there.....

"The gestapo wis pounding the beat."

"Had notebooks that were stapped fu' o' names / Forty three men, twa wimmen, wan dug.."

"Twas jist aboot midnight they found it / Lyin' there jist like a log / A bad--ly badhed aboot body / Wi' tyre marks scorched up its' fizzog... (spoken) - Aye, sheer poetry."

They followed the normal procedure / A kick tae make sure it was deid...."

"Then they decided tae move it / Wan each tae its' heid and its' feet / They carted it up a wee alley / Tae dump on some ither bloke's beat."

Ahhh, how it takes me back. They knew how to write songs back in those days.... it's just that they didn't bother.