Get Up Get Out

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chorus
Get up get out ya tazy tout
Get intae your working claes.
Up to your knees in oil and grease
And do what your gaffer says.

When I was young and short of tongue
A silly wee fool was I.
The morning after I left the school
I heard my mother cry-

I bought a clock, a rare wee clock,
So I could tell the time,
It wakened me every mornin'
With a very poetic rhyme.

I married a lass, a bonnie wee lass,
And kept her many a year ,
But come what may she'd start the day,
By whispering in my ear .

There's some can lie as long as they like,
They're luckier men than me,
For I know I'll never get lying long,
I'm only five foot three.