Fellow Hoodlums Lyrics - Singles - Deacon Blue

On the night that 

Maxton died 

I fell over 

The Clyde was full of old Tyres 

The wind nearly pulled my 

Breeches off 

And Ann Kelly 

She kissed my mouth 

Fellow hoodlums and 

Engineers 

The Union`s south 

And we`re all here 

I`m going up Buchanan Street 

With a box of fireworks 

And two bottles of 

Tizer 

On the last train from St. Enochs 

I saw the graveyard 

It looked like our old street 

People were cheering 

All the way from Hampden 

With macaroons and 

And scarves and rattles 

Fellow hoodlums and 

Engineers 

The Union`s south 

And we`re all here 

I`m going up Buchanan Street 

With a box of fireworks 

And two bottles of 

Tizer 

Billy`s a butcher now 

Always has been 

And he picks his teeth 

With old rusty meat hooks 

And he sends his beef with the bike boys 

Monday to Saturday 

Partick to Cowcaddens 

Fellow hoodlums and 

Engineers 

The Union`s south 

And we`re all here 

I`m going up Buchanan Street 

With a box of fireworks 

And two bottles of 

Tizer 

I`m going up Buchanan Street 

With a box of fireworks 

And two bottles of 

Tizer