O Sky-High Joe wis on the go, Some gelagnite tae buy, So he goes to the Carron Iron Works, Tae get a guid supply. CHORUS: Ricky doodum day, doo dum day, Ricky, dicky doo dum day. Ah need it fur a special job, Ah want the real McKay, Are ye shair yer gelagnite ignites ? The Foreman says "Och Aye." So Sky-High Joe is on the go, An back in Edinbro toun, He catches a tram at the G.P.O., Wi' the Castle frounin doon. When Joe gets aff at Liberton, He gangs intae a shop, Tae buy some matches - safety yins, For Sky-High Joe's nae dope. Noo Sky-High Joe is on the go, As wily as a fox, He bides his time till he hears the chime, Then nips up tae the box. Whan the Pillar-Box sees Sky-High Joe, It blenches deadly pale, "Staun back, staun back wi yer hair sae black, Ah dinna want your air-mail". But Sky-High Joe is on the go, An Joe's nae staunan snash, So he staps its gob wi' the special job, An jouks like a razor flash. O Sky-High Joe is on the go, An may he be fur lang, An gin they gie us thir snash agin, They'll be hearin the same auld sang.
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