Stephanie Paille

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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