A long long time ago
I can still remember
How that shower used to sing their bile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I would give that boil a lance
And maybe we'd be happy for a while
But late October made me shiver
Administration to deliver
Bad news on their doorstep
They wouldn't sign one more cheque
I laughed so much I almost cried
When I read the news they'd all denied
But something touched me deep inside
The day the Rangers died
...
So bye, bye You can ask yourself Why?
Blame the Fenians or the Taxman or that Opus Dei
But them Billy Boys boys still sing of Charlie and Di
Singing this'll be the day our club dies
This'll be the day our club dies
Do you remember Smell the Glove?
Andy Goram and his terror love
If the Gargoyle tells you so?
You just believed what you were told
From the Laptop Loyal on their toilet roll
And can so many people really all be so slow?
Well, I know that you'll blame Chic and Jim
the taxcase blog or Mac Giolla Bhain
You thought you could never lose
Man, I love those ignorant blues
The Billionaire, you sucked it up
Castles, Porsche, the Radar stuff
But you knew you were out of luck
The day the Rangers died
I started singing
So bye, bye You can ask yourself Why?
Blame the Fenians or the Taxman or that Opus Dei
But them Billy Boys boys still sing of Charlie and Di
Singing this'll be the day our club dies
This'll be the day our club dies
Now, for ten years we've been on our own
Paying taxes to fund the throne
But that's not how it's going to be
When the Teddies tried to con the Queen
She hounded then through HMRC
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh and while the king was standing down
The Jester bought then for a pound
The courtroom was adjourned
Until the suntan he was spurned
Wiggy cowered in the dark
The quartet stabbed Whyte in the back
And we sang and danced at Celtic Park
The day the Rangers died
We were singing
So bye, bye You can ask yourself Why?
Blame the Fenians or the Taxman or that Opus Dei
But them Billy Boys boys still sing of Charlie and Di
Singing this'll be the day our club dies
This'll be the day our club dies
Helter skelter Whyte's a belter
He'll close them down and they'll give him pelters
But still their heads are in the sand
Poppies, Squaddies on the grass
Curse the Pope and The Holy Mass
With the Slebbar on the sidelines in a sash
Now the half-time draw's for a blue balloon
While Orange bands played a marching tune
They all got up to dance
Oh, but they never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The Taxman he refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the Rangers died?
We started singing
So bye, bye You can ask yourself Why?
Blame the Fenians or the Taxman or that Opus Dei
But them Billy Boys boys still sing of Charlie and Di
Singing this'll be the our club dies
This'll be the day our club dies
Oh, and there they were all in one place
An abomination, a waste of space
With no time left to start again
So come on Lizzie, make it quick
You can always come and support the Tic
'Cause venom is the Billys' only friend
And as I watched them in their final stage
The Famine Song and the permarage
The owner sent from hell
But they believed it was Motherwell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
No 12th of July, they're in the shite
I saw Sutton laughing with delight
The day the Rangers died
He was singing
So bye, bye You can ask yourself Why?
Blame the Fenians or the Taxman or that Opus Dei
But them Billy Boys boys still sing of Charlie and Di
Singing this'll be the day our club dies
This'll be the day our club dies
I met a girl who'd loved the blues
And told her of my happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the Rangers store
Where they sold orange jerseys years before
But the sign there said the rent they couldn't pay
And in the streets the bigots screamed
Long-arm cried, his club was reamed
But not a word was spoken
The crest at long last broken
And the Sign that they all hate the most
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
They just laughed cos the Huns are toast
The day the Rangers died
And they were singing
So bye, bye You can ask yourself Why?
Blame the Fenians or the Taxman or that Opus Dei
But them Billy Boys boys still sing of Charlie and Di
Singing this'll be the day our club dies
This'll be the day our club dies
So bye, bye You can ask yourself Why?
Blame the Fenians or the Taxman or that Opus Dei
But them Billy Boys boys still sing of Charlie and Di
Singing this'll be the day that they die
The Paris Wing
