Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sam The Skull (The Glasgow Cat), artist - Alastair McDonald. Album song Scottish Laughlines, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Record label: Corban
Song language: English
Sam The Skull (The Glasgow Cat) |
I’m a cat, I’m a cat, |
I’m a Glasgow cat |
and my name is Sam The Skull. |
I’ve got claws in my paws like a crocodile’s jaws and a hied like a fairmer’s |
bull. |
I’m no' the kind of cat that sits on the mat |
nor the kind that you gie a hug |
but I’m the kind of cat can swallie a rat |
or even the occaisional dog. |
Noo I used to roam about in Shettleton |
where they all knew me by sight |
«Here's the skull» «here's the skull» |
you could here them yell |
as they vanished intae the night |
Noo the polis stations all aroond |
have bars on the windie sills |
but they’re no to keep the prisoners in |
they’re to keep oot Sam The Skull |
I’m a cat, I’m a cat, |
I’m a Glasgow cat |
and my name is Sam The Skull. |
I’ve got claws in my paws like a crocodile’s jaws and a hied like a fairmer’s |
bull. |
Noo I’m no' the kind of cat that sits on the mat |
nor the kind that you gie a hug |
but I’m the kind of cat can swallie a rat |
or even the occaisional dog. |
Noo one fine day no' so long ago |
they all had had their fill |
and they sent for the R.S.P.C.A. |
to try and catch the Skull |
There was naebody could get oot when I was aboot chasin all the weans up the |
close |
Wettlin on the shoes |
yodelin' the blues |
and nonchalantly pickin' my nose |
I’m a cat, I’m a cat, |
I’m a Glasgow cat |
and my name is Sam The Skull. |
I’ve got claws in my paws like a crocodile’s jaws and a hied like a fairmer’s |
bull. |
I’m no' the kind of cat that sits on the mat |
nor the kind that you gie a hug |
but I’m the kind of cat that can swallie a rat |
or even the occaisional dog. |
Aboot half past two |
the boys in blue |
arrived in their Escort van |
Right roon the back |
one had a sack |
the other had a mallet in his hand |
I watched them creep tae the back of the close, |
Then I casually strolled tae the van |
I jumped through the door |
stuck my foot tae the floor |
everything had gone tae plan |
You can hear them say doon Shettleston way, «What became of Sam the Skull? |
He had claws in his paws like a crocodile’s jaws, and a heid like a framer’s |
bull.» |
just you tell them for me that I’m still running free and never a day is dull |
It may sound absurd |
but I’m livin' wi' a bird in a single end in Maryhill |
I’m a cat, I’m a cat, |
I’m a Glasgow cat |
and my name is Sam The Skull. |
I’ve got claws in my paws like a crocodile’s jaws and a hied like a fairmer’s |
bull. |
I’m no' the kind of cat that sits on the mat |
nor the kind that you gie a hug |
but I’m the kind of cat that can swallie a rat |
or even the occaisional |
paws and all nutritional |
even the occaisional dog. |