[Chorus]
They talk of men like Pele and the great Eusebio,
And even Stanley Matthews, who played so long ago.
He's even aced the Belfast boy, wee George was second best,
Not Johann Cruyff, not on your life, wee Jinky beats the rest.

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I went down to Largs one day, by the C-L-Y-D-E,
It was my intention to learn to water ski,
I was up behind a speedboat then what is that I see,
Wee Jinky in a rowing boat and he was passing me.

[Chorus]
They talk of men like Pele and the great Eusebio,
And even Stanley Matthews, who played so long ago.
He's even aced the Belfast boy, wee George was second best,
Not Johann Cruyff, not on your life, wee Jinky beats the rest.

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Over there at Ibrox Park, against the Gers he played,
John Greig and all his cronies, in bed they should have stayed
And then his old pal Bertie got on his knees and prayed
Saying, "Mother Mary you were right, in heaven wee Jinks was made."

[Chorus]
They talk of men like Pele and the great Eusebio,
And even Stanley Matthews, who played so long ago.
He's even aced the Belfast boy, wee George was second best,
Not Johann Cruyff, not on your life, wee Jinky beats the rest.

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Away across in Lisbon, as the sun was beating down,
Big Jock and all his Lions, they made Ferrera frown,
Around the Milanese, wee Jink danced round and round,
Until your man Faccheti was corkscrewed in the ground.

[Chorus]
And they talk of men like Pele and the great Eusebio,
And even Stanley Matthews, who played so long ago.
He's even aced the Belfast boy, wee George was second best,
Not Johann Cruyff, not on your life, wee Jinky beats the rest.

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Against the mighty Yugoslavs, the pride of old Belgrade,
Big Jock he praised wee Jinky, for what a game he played,
They couldnae get him on the plane, it was a fine todo
Jink says, "I'll take my rowing boat, if it's all the same to you."

[Chorus]
And they talk of men like Pele and the great Eusebio,
And even Stanley Matthews, who played so long ago.
He's even aced the Belfast boy, wee George was second best,
Not Johann Cruyff, not on your life, wee Jinky beats the rest.

[Verse]
So come on raise your voices and everybody sing,
Of little Jimmy Johnstone, the wizard on the wing,
He brought us joy and magic, in the Celtic's white and green,
No doubt he was the finest that the world has ever seen.

[Chorus]
And they talk of men like Pele and the great Eusebio,
And even Stanley Matthews, who played so long ago.
He's even aced the Belfast boy, wee George was second best,
Not Johann Cruyff, not on your life, wee Jinky beats the rest,
Not Johann Cruyff, not on your life, wee Jinky beats the rest.