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