Wee Willie John McFadden was a loyal Ulster Prod,
Who thought that Ian Paisley was one step down from God,
He scorned the children in the back streets 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 muttering, "Up The Rangers" and humming 'Derry's Walls',
He broke the big shop window to annoy the Pope of Rome,
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 the 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 he nearly lost his mind,
But when the music started up he nearly 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 didn't give a fig,
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.

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

There's a moral to this story what it is I cannot say,
Oh, maybe it's the ancient verse crime it will not pay!
If you ask Wee Willie McFadden he'll say, "Ah, crime be blowed,
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!".