Scott Mckenzie was singing o' flowers in yir hair; Played on a loudspeaker doon the pier, Glesca fair,
When our minds turned to love and affairs o' the heart; For the lads they were handsome, cheeky and smart.
Gone were the lassies, now woman were we; The world was our oyster, in the toon by the sea,
We were ready to love and have so much fun; Look out Maw n' Paw, the rebellion's begun.
To the Highland dancing each week we were sent; The fee? Half a crown, but to Woolworths we went,
Purchased lipstick and powder, the shade was "Pure Honey";Then feart to go hame for we' spent awe the money!
Getting dressed for a "date",we would preen and we'd look, at the mirror in the lobby that hung on a hook,
Till my Faither would yell! Be it Harry or Frankie; No gan oot like that, I've seen a bigger hankie!
Had to get changed, be more conservative when,I finally got oot; " You be hame here for ten",
Aye! That'll be right, as I ran doon the stair; Short skirt in the bag I'd change into elsewhere.
My Mother for me some clothing would buy, " No be seen deid in that", was my usual cry,
I'm gan tae "MAIMIES" for her shop's got fashion; Modern garments she sold, I wore wi' a passion!
Went to the beach, sometimes late at night,winna come hame till it was morning light;
"Jeest you wait m'lady", where the hell have yi' been; Ach sure I told yi', I wis stayin wi' ma best pal Jean!
Nae pubs for us, twas the Cafe Royal; Hot lemons an' toasties, Aye the lads knew how to spoil,
Then McConnachie's bus, where we had a rare laugh; Roon the scheme all night lang; Never told to get aff!
We were aye in the shelters,along by the prom; Me, my pals and oor lads, would gather there from,
The dance in the "Vic", whether mild or a storm; We dinna care, oor love kept us warm.
Now I look in the mirror at the woman that was; Legs bulging wi' veins, face dropped at the jaw,
As I hirple aroond for ma' auld hip's near done; I think o' the lassie that loved in the sun!
Where are yi' all now? I ponder this thought; For I think o' yi' fondly, and the memories you brought,
To this auld yin, who's April has turned to November; Those days wi' my pals, I will always remember!