[Verse]
A Yankee came to Hampden park a football match to see,
Attracted by the magic of the Old Firm rivalry,
Well, little did he know what a treat he had instore,
While watching Glasgow Celtic adding to he score.

[Chorus]
Piling on the agony and putting on the style,
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven scoring all the while,
He'd never see such football, though he'd travelled for manys a mile
As watching Glasgow Celtic putting on the style.

[Verse]
When's the game about to start, when does it begin,
Why have they not started, oh, when they shooting in,
The game is well in progress sir, I answered with a smile,
Your watching Glasgow Celtic putting on the style.

[Chorus]
Piling on the agony, putting on the style,
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven scoring all the while,
He'll never see such football, though he'd travelled for manys a mile,
As watching Glasgow Celtic putting on the style.

[Verse]
Well, Hampden park was crowded and our fans began to roar,
And the Ranger's fans were singing of the rags their fathers wore,
Well, very soon they changed their tune history was set,
When Willie Fernie got the ball and he stuck it in the net.

[Chorus]
Piling on the agony and putting on the style,
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven scoring all the while,
He'll never see such football, though he'd come for manys a mile,
As watching Glasgow Celtic putting on the style.

[Verse]
Whose that boy out on the wing, the one in green and white,
The boys in blue can't catch him, though they try with all their might,
That nibble son of Erin with all of football guile,
It's Charles Patrick Tully putting on the style.

[Chorus]
Piling on the agony and putting on the style,
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven scoring all the while,
He'll never see such football, though he'd come for manys a mile,
As watching Glasgow Celtic putting on the style.

[Verse]
Now the famous Celt supporters, all want to go the heaven,
To remembered that League Cup win of 1957,
That day is well remembered for a game so nobly won,
When Celtic met the Rangers and beat them 7-1.

[Chorus]
Piling on the agony, putting on the style,
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven scoring all the while,
He'll never see such football, though he'd travel for manys a mile,
As watching Glasgow Celtic putting on the style,
As watching Glasgow Celtic putting on the style.