Story Behind the Song
One night Jim decided to write down the phone conversation he had with his mother in Scotland, or to put it another way, he said 'yes', 'no', ah-ha' and she said the rest.
Like most families around the world, they dream of winning the lotto or the football pools but more often than not they don't win.
The next course of action in his family is to head round to the 'Spar' supermarket and buy some cheap vodka to get blotto and forget about their troubles until the following week.
Lyrics
verse 1
My mammy Betty phoned me,
She told me she's got pneumonia but last week is was bubonic plague
(she said) Yer granny's been asking for ya, are you still eating aw yer porridge
And how is it gaun with the weans?
Yer da will soon be retiring, when you're over the hill they fire ya
But what will he do with his days?
(probably) sit on the couch with the telly, feeding his face and his belly,
And I think he'll just get in my way
chorus
But hey ya! maybe we'll win the lotto?
Hey ya, maybe we'll win the pools?
Hey ya, och lets just go and get blotto!
And forget the family fortunes
verse 2
Yer Auntie Tricia wrote me postcards from Lanzarote
She goes to the same place every year
And Michael thought he was lucky to holiday off in Turkey
Until the earthquake spilt his beer
chorus
verse 3
Jenny's been off linedancing, she's fairly been doing her prancing
Since Liz has been teaching all yer songs
And I'm taking the bus to the bingo,
I hope I come home in a limo, but if I don't I've had a ball
chorus
we don't give a stuff cos it's Saturday night!
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