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Streets get ready for another fight between the boys in blue, and green and white and they sing along to the same old songs saying one is right, the other’s wrong and they want nothing more than the winning score tonight they will scream and shout and they will drink on through the night oh glasgow i’m coming home wind it whistles all around and through the streets up in the town past the ballroom and the boats and the river clyde as she flows and the girls and boys are out in force tonight they will chance their arms for a shot at love at first sight oh glasgow i’m coming home she don’t make no fuss about the places i have seen she don’t care too much about where it is that i have been oh glasgow i’ve come home (Thanks to Frances for these lyrics) From Letras Mania