Traffic Cones

We walk into the cold autumn air, put our coats on
Gather the troops cause we’re gonna have a good one
In a bar, singing old rock songs on table tops
We’re singing “I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more”
For all my lads and lasses around, I’d take a shot for you right now

Take me away, into a city like Glasgow
Where the lights never fade
And the statues wear traffic cones, eeeyyyy
Singing in the streets
At the top of our voices
Blurry eyed, but big hearted

We’re out in the city with ink on our wrists
Lads stumbling round the ladies dressed the least
I’m dancing in the crowd flashing lights all around
Watching everyone trynna get pissed out of their minds
They’re having 1, 2, 1-2-3 drink, 2-2 Two too many and
Now we’re walking back home in the streets of Glasgow
Wearing traffic cones on our heads

Take me away, into a city like Glasgow
Where the lights never fade
And the statues wear traffic cones, eeeyyyy
Singing in the streets
At the top of our voices
Blurry eyed, but big hearted