Wee Willie John McFadden was a loyal Ulster Prod,
Who thought that Ian Paisley was one step down from God,
And he thought they ate the children in the backstreets of Ardoyne,
And he thought that history started with the Battle Of The Boyne,
He thought that history started with the Battle Of The Boyne.

One day he took a brick in his hand and he dandered up the Falls,
He was singing, "Up The Rangers" and humming 'Derry's Walls',
He broke the big shop window to annoy the Pope in Rome,
And he took a rеcord player out and then he startеd home,
He took a record player out and then he started home.

Next night they had a hooley in his local Orange Hall,
Wee Willie took his player to make music for the ball,
He chose a stack of records of a very loyal kind,
But when the music started up Wee Willie lost his mind,
For when the music started up Wee Willie lost his mind.

This Fenian Record Player was a rebel to the core,
It played the songs the Orange Hall had never heard before,
For 'Dolly's Braes' and 'Derry's Walls' it did not give a fig,
And it speeded up 'God Save The Queen' till it sounded like a jig,
It speeded up 'God Save The Queen' till it sounded like a jig.

It played 'The Boys of Wexford' and 'The Wearing of The Green',
Such turmoil in an Orange Hall had never yet been seen,
It played 'The Woods Of Upton' and 'The Men of '98',
But when it played 'The Soldier's Song' it sealed Wee Willie's fate,
But when it played 'The Soldier's Song' it sealed Wee Willie's fate.

The boys were plain demented, to the ground Wee Will was thrown,
And they kicked his ribs in one by one to the tune of 'Garryowen',
And they threw him out a window to a song about Sinn Féin,
And they kicked him all down Sandy Row to 'A Nation Once Again',
And they kicked him all down Sandy Row to 'A Nation Once Again'.

That Fenian Record Player was heard no never more,
For they prodded it with deacon poles and threw it to the floor,
But yet it was not finished, twas the funniest thing you've seen,
For the flashes flying out of it were orange, white and green,
The flashes flying out of it were orange, white and green.

Wee Willie's up in the mental home crazy as a coot,
He sits there in his padded cell and tootles on his flute,
But when he tries to play 'The Sash' he always gets it wrong,
For halfway through, he always finds he's playing 'The Soldier's Song',
For halfway through, he always finds he's playing 'The Soldier's Song'.

There's a moral to this story what it is I cannot say,
Maybe it's the ancient verse that crime it will not pay,
If you ask Wee Willie McFadden he'll say, "Your kind you know,
If you want to pinch a record player, do it up the Shankill Road!
If you want to pinch a record player, do it up the Shankill Road!".