Songtexte Lazy Bones - Paul Robeson

I've been wi' a few of my cronies
One or two pals of mine
We went in a hotel
We did very well
And then we came out once again
And then we went into another
That is the reason I'm fou
We had six dochin' Dorises
Then sang a chorus
Just listen, I'll sing it to you

I belong to Glasgow
Dear old Glasgow Town
But there's something the matter with Glasgow
For it's going round and round
I'm only a common old working lad
As anyone can see
But when I get a couple of drinks on a Saturday
Glasgow belongs to me

There's nothing in being teetotal
And saving a shilling or two
If your money you spend
You've nothing to lend
Isn't that all the better for you
There's nae harm in taking a drappie
It ends all your troubles and strife
And it gives you the feeling
That when you land home
Well you don't care a hang for your wife

Ha ha, that's the feeling you get, mind ye
And I always say that the man
The man that takes a good drink
He's a man, he's a man
Because when you're teetotal
When you're teetotal
Och, when you're teetotal
You've always got a rotten feeling
That everybody's your boss

People, you don't realise yet
That I stand here as the representin-tu-me-pu-tu-me
The representative of the man who made the country what it is today
The working man

Fellow workmen, I have been deputed

Deputed, not only deputed, but asked
To speak on behalf of the working man
Now, these caputulists
These bloomin' caputulists
Millionaires
Where did they get their millions from?
Us

Yet these are the people
These are the people
The rich, the people with the money
And what do they do?
What do they do?
What do they do?

Us
Yet these are the people, the rich
They're the very first to turn round and condemn
A poor working fella
Why?
Because they see that poor fella
Going home on a Saturday night
After a hard week's work
Just a wee bit drunk

Is he not entitled?
Is he not entitled as well as them?
Yet they laugh at him
They condemn him, they do
They laugh, they point the stinger of thorn at him
They say look, look at that common labourer

Intoxicated
Absolutely disgraceful
Under the affluence of incohol
Disgraceful
Why?

What's the poor fella to do?
Heavens he's got to get home
What about the rich people themselves?
It's alright for them
They've got big fast motorcars
They can go past so quick you don't
Know whether they're drunk or sober
But mind ye I know

I know because

I belong to Glasgow
Dear old Glasgow Town
But there's something the matter with Glasgow
For it's going round and round
I'm only a common old working lad
As anyone can see
But when I get a couple of drinks on a Saturday
Glasgow belongs to me