Paddy drew dole in London With Jock from Glasgow town Still fighting for a future From a squat in Brixton town Oul Jack was feeling restless Being tired of fucked around A Paddy me mate I've had enough Lets split this stinking hole Well they wired a car in Chelsea And chrashed outside Witham Got a lift from a good old German guy On his way to Amsterdam Bought a one way ticket to nowhere They left it all behind With whiskey and gin from the duty free You could hear those banshees howl Paddy and Jock had a rare old time A smoking dope and drinking wine With the hair of a dog lost track of time And forgot about their sorrows And the changes were amazing When they finally crawled ashore There were the tulips growing left and right And windmills by the score Oul Jack he found a coffee shop And much to his surprise For he fell in love with a tough fräulein Who walked it nine to five The jobs were all a plenty And Paddy did his time Bashing asbest in some engine room For a four and twenty five Oul Jack he made it cushy Filled his pocket full of dope Sold camel shit to the John Bull cunts Just to hear those bastards choke Paddy headed for the northern lights For a lovers rendezvous Jock was taking A and H To supress his scottish blues Must have thought he was an eagle When he climbed up on the roof Six storeys high to the oul ground floor It took him one point two