Glasgow
The streets get ready for another fight, between the boys in blue, and green, and white
And they sing along to the same old songs
Saying one is right the other's wrong
And they want nothing more, than the winning score tonight
They will scream and shout, and they will drink on through the night

Oh Glasgow
I'm coming home

Windy whistles all around
And through the streets, up in the town
Past the ballroom and the boats
And the River Clyde, as she flows
And the girls and boys are all out in the forest tonight

And they will chance their arms at a shot of love at first sight

Oh Glasgow
I'm coming home

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She don't make no fuss about the places I have seen
And she don't care too much where it is that I have been

Oh Glasgow
I've come home