A Smugglers Song - The Rumjacks

On the first of January, our Johnnie kissed his Mary

While Mary squeezed her Johnnies hand they watched the sky explode

By the turn of February our Johnnie missed his Mary

Oh and Mary sings «it breaks my heart to see my Johnnie go…»

But He’s off tae cairt the hookey, ask me nowt ye’ll get no lie

18 wheeler, dodgy dealer, tested, tried &true

Aw keep yer hameldaeme, my Johnnie is my treacle pie

Watch the wall my darlin' while his rig goes rollin' through

Chanel’s number 4 &6, knock-off watches caps and kicks

Pocket tazers, folding razors, all manner o' hell

Chinese crackers, party poppers, wads o' bills to fix the coppers

Dodgy fags and Gucci bags, yer pals’d never tell

He’s off tae cairt the hookey, ask me nowt ye’ll get no lie

18 wheeler, dodgy dealer, tested, tried &true

Aw keep yer hameldaeme, my Johnnie is my treacle pie

Watch the wall my darlin' while his rig goes rollin' through

Polish vodka, bootleg whisky, bathtub gin and slabs o' Tyskie

Potions, draps and poisons for t' give ye back yer glow

Fun for all the lonely laddies, racy mags and plastic ladies

Creams and gels and magic pills t' make yer pecker grow

He’s off tae cairt the hookey, ask me nowt ye’ll get no lie

18 wheeler, dodgy dealer, tested, tried &true

Aw keep yer hameldaeme, my Johnnie is my treacle pie

Watch the wall my darlin' while his rig goes rollin' through

18 carat plated copper, arsenic for yer hubby’s cuppa

Turkish wigs and wooden legs all hung up in a row

Screw your tariffs, dues and taxes, up the peddlers, hawks and poachers

God go with ye Johnnie boy and see ye safely home

He’s off tae cairt the hookey, ask me nowt ye’ll get no lie

18 wheeler, dodgy dealer, tested, tried &true

Aw keep yer hameldaeme, my Johnnie is my treacle pie

Watch the wall my darlin' while his rig goes rollin' through

Watch the wall my darlin' while his rig goes rollin' through

Watch the wall my darlin' while his rig goes rollin' through