Inside-Ootside-In Poem by Billy Henderson

INSIDE-OOTSIDE-IN.

Words & Music by Billy Henderson

1. His name was Crian Cooper, mair natural than super,
He could down a quart o’ heavy in less than seven seconds flat;
In sayin’ that, he was no drinker,
Got mairrit tae a tinker,
Sold his condo down in Chelsea, bought a prefab in Benchat.

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Well he never gave a hoot,
Would aft’ times gan withoot,
As strecht as a die as the day is lang,
He was ootside-inside-oot
Had nae next o’ kin,
Wud tak things on the chin,
But Ah’m prood tae say, he was ma best pal,
He was inside-ootside-in.

2. As for jokes, he was anointed, his humour was double-jointed,
He was brocht up in Kirkgunzeon, and a true Doonhamer fan.
Wud make aw richts fae wrangs,
He kent twae thoosan’ sangs,
Wud hae nae troke wi’ a furrin’ bloke, who’s country ends wi’ -stan.

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3. Conceit he‘d throw aside, he’d have nae troke wi’ pride,
His mentor aye was Jimmy Reid, a Soashy through and through;
Nine months frae his pension,
His life a re-invention,
Bocht the sax he eiways wanted, lots o’ time tae learn it noo.

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4. The butterfly was jookin’ and the bairnie wusnae lookin’,
Ran strecht on tae the seeventy-five, hard upon its heels;
Crian never knew what hit ‘im, as he hurled the bairn tae git ‘im
Tae the safety o’ the pavement, frae the Paddy-wagon’s wheels.

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20th Aug.2010

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