Black-eyed Susan was my daughter
Black-eyed Susan was my daughter
She lived in a caravan
With her lousy boyfriend dealer
And their skinny whippet Sheila
I had to end that scene, I think you know what I mean
Here's the tune 'I Paid the Piper'
Here's the tune 'I Paid the Piper'
There is no end to the week
I have seen the dance of barflies
Up against a Glasgow sunrise
And exhausted on the ground
The lovers lose the pleasures that they found
Never go to church on Sunday, never go to church on Sunday
Just to hear some sweaty priest
You can count on his devotion, at the bottom of emotion
And no matter what you've done, so go on
And lie on beaches in the sun
Black-eyed Susan was my daughter
