In Nineteen Hundred and Seventy Eight
It looked like things would turn out great
But as it happened, they were bleak
For Willie Johnston, speed freak

He was framed, he didn’t cheat
Willie Johnston, speed freak

Well he was brought up in Cardenden
He worked as a miner, then
He played for Rangers, then West Brom
His son ran a bar on Kirkcaldy prom
It was called The Port Brae
But Belhaven Brewery gave it away

Nobody ever called him meek
He couldn’t turn the other cheek
Willie Johnson, speed freak

He was framed, he didn’t cheat
Willie Johnston, speed freak

Well Scotland played a shocker against Peru
The Scottish FA knew what to do
So when they caught him with Reactivan
They became pure puritan
The blame was placed, he was up shit creek
Willie Johnson, speed freak

He once took a swig from a fan’s beer
You should have heard that crowd cheer
Then he took a corner kick
Willie Johnson, speed freak

He was framed, he didn’t cheat
Willie Johnston, speed freak

Hay fever
He had hay fever
Hay fever
He had hay fever
He had hay fever and at his peak
Willie Johnston, speed freak