Lyrics:

theres a yellow star
hung over a Glasgow sky
in a sandstone doorway
I had the sweetest kiss

Im here for days like these

and Im walking down the middle of the Great Western Road
and Im surfing on a tarmac wave
Ive got fifty pounds in silver pennies
for singing in Buchanan Street all day

Im here for days like these
Im here for days like these

there was Mary, Madge and me
smoking black, shooting the breeze
and as far as I can see

I was here for days like these

now Im sitting on the last bus home
and Brians got a thing for the conductress
stop singing that bloody Rangers song
come here and shut your Proddy mouth and kiss us

Im here for days like these
Im here for days like these