Scotland Calling Scotland Calling

A Caledonian celebration.

 


THE FYFE PROFILE

Say, where did I see this guy?
In River City?
Or Take The High Road?
Maybe Taggart?
Or Balamoray?

Everybody say, "Is he all right?"
And everybody say, "What's he like?"
Everybody say, "He sure look funny."
That's...Fyfe Robertson, honey!

New Town, Old Town, Princes Street
Tourists bustle and trams take the heat
Fyfe -'Robbbie' - is recognized alright
"I'm standing here. In a building site."

Everybody say, "Is he all right?"
And everybody say, "What's he like?"
Everybody say, "He sure look funny."
That's...Fyfe fucking Robertson, honey!

I see a tweed trilby hat
Cut the crap and trim the fat
Robbie's face is haggard and creased
Our roving reporter, now deceased

Everybody say, "Is he all right?"
And everybody say, "What's he like?"
Everybody say, "He sure look funny."
That's...Fyfe Robertson, honey!

guitar solo

Anusol numbs it all
But I prefer cod liver oil

sax solo

Everybody say, "Is he all right?"
And everybody say, "What's he like?"
Everybody say, "He sure look funny."
That's...Fyfe Robertson, honey!

He said go out and get me my old 'Tonight' stills
Go out and get me a six pack of Pils
There I go again shaking, but I
ain't got the chills

ARRRGHHHGORRA BUH BHUH DO ARRRRGGGGHHHHNNNN!!!!

Everybody say, "Is he all right?"
And everybody say, "Is he a shite"
Everybody say, "He sure look funny."
That's...Fyfe Robertson, honey!

Where's Cliff Michelmore?


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