Long long time ago I can still remember how those Jambos used to make me smile And I knew that if Steph had the cash That he could buy a bigger stash And maybe they'd be happy for a while But cocaine made them shiver With every shipment he delivered Bad gear on the doorstep Could he make one more hit? I can't remember if I cried When I read about his P45 but something touched me deep inside the day... his contract died. CHORUS: So bye bye Mr Stephanie Paille You drove your chevvy out for bevvy but the bevvy ran dry That good old Frog was smoking hashish and pot Singing this'll be the speed that you've bought This'll be the speed that you've bought. Did you "suppress your appetite" And do you always talk such shite If your dealer tells you so Now do you believe in LSD Do you drop acid in your tea And can you teach me how to toke real slow? Well I know that you're in love with it 'Cos I saw you smoke some far-out shit You sure skinned up that joint I wonder what's the point You were a cheating strung-out French arsehole Who'd never score a goal And a one-way ticket to the dole The day... your contract died. Now for ten years you've been in fog and does moss grow fat on a junky Frog But that's not how it used to be When the jester played in Tynecastle Park The maroon balloons were all in the dark Not knowing what lay ahead for he and while he stared at cloudy skies Some fat bastard ate all the pies Yes, Robbo had returned That Paille was surely burned And while Stephane inhaled a line of speed Jim Jeffries cursed him for his greed And Crusty Chris went aff his heid The day... his contract died.
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