I'm a skyscraper wain, I live on the nineteenth floor
But I'm no goin' out to play anymore
Since we moved to Castle Milk, I'm wastin' away
Cause, I'm gettin' one less meal everyday

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Oh, you can't fling pieces from a twenty story flat
Seven hundred, hungry, wains will testify to that
If it's b___er, cheese or jeely, if the bread be plain or pan
The odds against it reaching earth are ninety-nine to one

On the first day my ma flung me a piece of Hovis brown
It went flying out the window and went up instead of down
Now every twenty-seven hours it comes back into sight
For me piece went into orbit, and became a satellite

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On the second day my ma thought she'd try another throw
But the Salvation Army Band was playing down below
Onward Christian Soldiers was the piece they should have played
But the Omp-pah man was playing a piece in marmalade

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On the third day my mother thought that she'd try once again
But it went and hit the pilot of a fast low flying plane
As he scrapped off the window, shoutin' through the intercom
"Those Glasgow Reds have got me, with a bread and jelly bomb"

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So we're goin' up to Ox-Farm, to try and get some aid
And all kids in Castle Milk have join a piece brigade
We're marching now to City Hall, demanding civil rights
Like no more housing, over piece flinging heights

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