The Big Orange Whale

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A big orange whale came up the Clyde,
R ifol-rifol-tittyfolay
A big orange whale came up the Clyde,
Landed in Ibrox on Saturday night,
With a rifolay-tittyfolay-rifol-rifol-tittyfolay.

This bloody big whale climbed intae the park,
Where the players were trying to train in the dark,

The bloody big whale sat doon in the goal,
An' drove all the players hauf up the pole,

They went and they wakened their manager up,
'If we cannae get training we'll no win the cup,

Said he: 'It's an answer tae all o' ma prayers',
An' he ran doon an' signed the whale up for the 'Gers,

With the whale for a goalie, they set oot tae win,
An' the other ten men just heidered them in,

They won every league an' they won every cup,
An' their average score was seventeen-up,

They were top o' the league for twenty-four years,
When the whale had to go, it left them in tears,

Tae give him the sack made them sad as could be,
Bit they'd caught him one Friday with fish for his tea,

They'd been in such a hurry tae sign the whale on,
They'd forgotten tae ask him: 'Whit school are ye from?',

Now the moral no doubt you'll think is a queer yin,
Rangers won't have a whale if it's not Presbyterian.