I provoke a strong reaction all the time

I suffer constant abuse, I find
Verbal insults and 2 finger signs
All the time when I run the line

Its not an easy part time job I do
At Celtic Park and even Gayfield too
Abuse from workers and folk on the broo
All the time when

Chorus

It doesn’t matter if I’m wrong or right

As sure as night is dark and day is light
I get called an asshole or a piece of *****
That fate is mine when I run the line

Verse


Wherever I go its the same old story
Even while holidaying in Tobermory
Someone says “There’s that annoying wee Tory !”
On the shores of Loch Fyne

Anywhere I go out to dine


Why do people have to act unkind
Why to foul language are they so inclined
Why must fans slag off my wee fat behind

No wonder I whine

when I run the line

Chorus

I get enough abuse at Holyrood

None of it is half as rude

As the verbals that are launched at me

At both stadiums in Dundee

Verse

There’s no need far as I can see

Its verging on blasphemy

Some fan who was well plastered

Called me a wee fat *******

Maybe running the line’s not for me

Should I take up

shove ha’penny

Much more civilised, you’d agree

I could play and have a cuppa tea

Sounds perfect for me

sorted

© Robin Grimmond 2025