Govan must be missing a jakie
Missing one jakie now, cos he's here with me right now
Slavering in my ear, ear, ear, ear, ear
Slavering in my ear, ear, ear, ear, ear
Govan's filled with tender neds
Mostly off their fucking heads
Queueing outside Greggs
Glowers
Their looks come in glowers
On the streets for hours
They have special (brew) powers
Govan, Govan
There's a jakie over my shoulder
When he came back his pint runneth over
He asked me to fill him back up
I gave him a dirty look
And I said get ti fuck
Govan, Govan