There's a yellow star Hung over a Glasgow sky In a sandstone doorway I had the sweetest kiss I'm here for days like these And I'm walking down the middle of the Great Western Road And I'm surfing on a tarmac wave I've got fifty pounds in silver pennies For singing in Buchanan Street all day I'm here for days like these I'm here for days like these There was Mary, Madge and me Smoking black, shooting the breeze And as far as I can see I was here for days like these Now I'm sitting on the last bus home And Brian's got a thing for the conductress Stop singing that bloody Rangers song Come here and shut your Proddy mouth and kiss us I'm here for days like these I'm here for days like these