Glasgow Star - Eddi Reader

There’s a yellow star

Hung over a Glasgow sky

In a sandstone doorway

I had the sweetest kiss

I’m here for days like these

And I’m walking down the middle of the Great Western Road

And I’m surfing on a tarmac wave

I’ve got fifty pounds in silver pennies

For singing in Buchanan Street all day

I’m here for days like these

I’m here for days like these

There was Mary, Madge and me

Smoking black, shooting the breeze

And as far as I can see

I was here for days like these

Now I’m sitting on the last bus home

And Brian’s got a thing for the conductress

Stop singing that bloody Rangers song

Come here and shut your Proddy mouth and kiss us

I’m here for days like these

I’m here for days like these