Unionist Pie(The Day Scottish Labour Died)

A tribute to Johann Lamont and Scottish Labour

A slight reworking of my alternative lyrics to American Pie

Unionist Pie

The following to the tune of Don McLeans American Pie

A long long time ago
I can still remember how
Labour once believed In democracy
But now I know if they get the chance
They’ll make the disaffected dance
with their bullying and their bribing for a while
But September has made them shiver
With every paper that’s delivered
Bad news on their doorstep
Labour couldn’t take one more step
They can’t remember if she cried
But the tv news told more besides
They should have thrown them all inside
The Day Scottish Labour Died

And we were singing

Bye Bye to your Unionist Pie
You slooshed your morals down the cludgie now the cludgie is dry
All your good ole boys are drinking whiskey and Rye
Greetin this’ll be the day that we die
Gonna someone please find a good Lie

They sure didn’t write the book of love
And if they have faith in God above
They know what’s comin to them in the end
But we believe in Indie rock and roll
and Scottish Labours lost its Soul
And ye cannae teach them decency they don’t know

Bye Bye to your Unionist Pie
You slooshed your morals down the cludgie now the cludgie is dry
All your good ole boys are drinking whiskey and Rye
Greetin this’ll be the day that we die
Gonna someone please find a good Lie

Now, for 50 years they’ve had it all their own
And slime grows fat on a provosts throne
But, that’s not how it used to be
When Hardie spoke of his Home Rule Dreams
When Jimmy Reid caused a Clydeside Scene
Their voices spoke in the tongues of you and me
But when John Smiths body was lying down
Some Smiler stole his thorny crown
The Labour Party was adjourned
its beliefs they did not return
So Sheridan read a book on Marx
and the SSP practiced in the park
Some Scots sang dirges in the dark
The day the Labour party died

No were singin’

Bye Bye to your Unionist Pie
You slooshed your morals down the cludgie now the cludgie is dry
All your good ole boys are drinking whiskey and Rye
Greetin this’ll be the day that we die
Gonna someone please find a good Lie

Oh, so there they were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack McConnell sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend
And as we watched Lamont on the stage
Our hands were clenched in fists of rage
at weasel words all born in Hell
But Salmond broke that she Satan’s spell
And as the Cheers rang high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw God laughing with delight
The day the Union died

Alt Lyrics Rod Macfarlane

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