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thereâs a yellow star
hung over a Glasgow sky
in a sandstone doorway
I had the sweetest kiss
Iâm here for days like these
and Iâm walking down the middle of the Great Western Road
and Iâm surfing on a tarmac wave
Iâve got fifty pounds in silver pennies
for singing in Buchanan Street all day
Iâm here for days like these
Iâm here for days like these
there was Mary, Madge and me
smoking black, shooting the breeze
and as far as I can see
I was here for days like these
now Iâm sitting on the last bus home
and Brianâs got a thing for the conductress
stop singing that bloody Rangers song
come here and shut your Proddy mouth and kiss us
Iâm here for days like these
Iâm here for days like these
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