Song parody of
Sumhin Fir the Weekend Chief
by The Doolichters
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Weel good mornin chief
We huvnae seen ye in here fir a while
An' whit would sir be astin fir the day
A neckline or a crew
Or maybe sumhin new
A Beatles or a Tony
Ur ye tangerine or blue
We kin cure that scalp infliction
Wi a nifty bit o' friction
Tae revitalize the heid fae tired skin
Eh love thon Lizbeth Taylor
Must've broken many hearts
But the question abdie wants tae ken
Eh wonder if she farts
The nicht ehm doon tae Bissels
Fir the dominoes an darts
Sumthin fir the weekend
Sumthin fir the weekend
Sumthin fir the weekend, Chief
Did ye hear aboot the murder
They've got somedie in the jail
Meh missus boucht new curtains
In the Draffen's sale
Thon's an awfy stooshie
Boot that common merket thing
We dug them oot in twa world waars
Noo they'll no let us in
Meh sister aye gets pregnant
Efter drinkin too much gin
Sumhin fir the weekend
Sumhin fir the weekend
Sumhin fir the weekend, Chief
Oh a good couffoure
Kin taka boot an oor
A perm can mebbe tak a whilie langer
We hud a bloke in here
Wha hud a thatch fae ear tae ear
He wis back oot on the street
His erse had barely touched the seat
That's an awfy thing in Cuba
Meh brither plays the tuba
The Russians hiv a monkey up in space
How diz it dae it's business
Must be fed up tae the teeth
Floatin roon the cosmos
In a capsule fuu o' keech
It's because o' a' they rockets
That the weather's gettin dreech
Sumthin fir the weekend
Sumthin fir the weekend
Sumthin fir the weekend
Sumthin fir the weekend
Sumthin fir the weekend, Chief
Weel good mornin chief
We huvnae seen ye in here fir a while
An' whit would sir be astin fir the day
A neckline or a crew
Or maybe sumhin new
A Beatles or a Tony
Ur ye tangerine or blue
We kin cure that scalp infliction
Wi a nifty bit o' friction
Tae revitalize the heid fae tired skin
Eh love thon Lizbeth Taylor
Must've broken many hearts
But the question abdie wants tae ken
Eh wonder if she farts
The nicht ehm doon tae Bissels
Fir the dominoes an darts
Sumthin fir the weekend
Sumthin fir the weekend
Sumthin fir the weekend, Chief
Did ye hear aboot the murder
They've got somedie in the jail
Meh missus boucht new curtains
In the Draffen's sale
Thon's an awfy stooshie
Boot that common merket thing
We dug them oot in twa world waars
Noo they'll no let us in
Meh sister aye gets pregnant
Efter drinkin too much gin
Sumhin fir the weekend
Sumhin fir the weekend
Sumhin fir the weekend, Chief
Oh a good couffoure
Kin taka boot an oor
A perm can mebbe tak a whilie langer
We hud a bloke in here
Wha hud a thatch fae ear tae ear
He wis back oot on the street
His erse had barely touched the seat
That's an awfy thing in Cuba
Meh brither plays the tuba
The Russians hiv a monkey up in space
How diz it dae it's business
Must be fed up tae the teeth
Floatin roon the cosmos
In a capsule fuu o' keech
It's because o' a' they rockets
That the weather's gettin dreech
Sumthin fir the weekend
Sumthin fir the weekend
Sumthin fir the weekend
Sumthin fir the weekend
Sumthin fir the weekend, Chief