Proddy Housing Scheme
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In a town where I was born,
There lived a man, who served the Queen.
And he told us of his life,
In a Proddy housing scheme.
So we set into the sun,
God bless the blue and fuck your green.
And we lived beneath the wings,
In a Proddy housing scheme.
Altogether now, we all live in a Proddy housing scheme,
Fuck the pope, God bless the Queen, it's a Proddy housing scheme.
We all live in a Proddy housing scheme, the taigs they think it's green,
But it's an Orange housing scheme.
And the friends are on a boat,
And many more of them live next door (it's called Larkhall)
And the band (Pride of Govan) begins to play
Fuck the Pope, the IRA.
Altogether now, we all live in a Proddy housing scheme,
Fuck the pope, God bless the Queen, it's a Proddy housing scheme.
We all live in a Proddy housing scheme, the taigs they think it's green,
But it's an Orange housing scheme.
All aboard now, Stranraer to Larne,
Get your passes out and your sashes on.
If you've got neither, get the fuck off the boat,
You're getting sunk with the Orange submarine. Here we go
As we lived, a life of ease,
veryone one of us is all we need.
A sky blue and fuck your green
In a Proddy housing scheme, altogether now...
We all live in a Proddy housing scheme,
Fuck the pope, God bless the Queen, it's a Proddy housing scheme.
We all live in a Proddy housing scheme, the taigs they think it's green,
But it's an Orange housing scheme.
We all live in a Proddy housing scheme,
A Proddy housing scheme, a Proddy housing scheme.
We all live in a Proddy housing scheme, a Proddy housing scheme,
A Proddy housing scheme.
