Oh ye cannae fling pieces oot a twenty storey flat,
Seven hundred hungry weans’ll testify, to that.
If it’s butter, cheese or jeely, if the breid is plain or pan,
The odds against it reaching earth are ninety-nine tae one.

I’m a skyscraper wean, I live on the nineteenth floor;
But I’m no’ gaun oot tae play any more,
‘Cause since we moved tae Castlemilk, I’m wastin’ away,
For I’m gettin’ one meal less every day.

Oh ye cannae fling pieces oot a twenty storey flat,
Seven hundred hungry weans’ll testify, to that.
If it’s butter, cheese or jeely, if the breid is plain or pan,
The odds against it reaching earth are ninety-nine tae one.

On the first day ma maw flung oot a daud o’ Hovis broon;
It came skytin’ oot the windae and went up insteid o’ doon.
Noo every twenty-seven hoors it comes back intae sight
‘Cause ma piece went intae orbit and became a satellite.

On the second day ma maw flung me a piece oot once again.
It went up and hut the pilot in a fast low-flying plane.
He scraped it aff his goggles, shouting through the intercom,
‘The Clydeside Reds huv got me wi’ a breid-an-jeely bomb’.

Oh ye cannae fling pieces oot a twenty storey flat,
Seven hundred hungry weans’ll testify, to that.
If it’s butter, cheese or jeely, if the breid is plain or pan,
The odds against it reaching earth are ninety-nine tae one.

Oh ye cannae fling pieces oot a twenty storey flat,
Seven hundred hungry weans’ll testify, to that.
If it’s butter, cheese or jeely, if the breid is plain or pan,
The odds against it reaching earth are ninety-nine tae one.