The buses pass by and sometimes stop
Letting passengers off at their regular drop.
I sometimes feel that I know these guys
As I sit at my window and they all pass by
I wave to their weans as I drink my tea
As they walk on my wall full of glee.
The cat's by by my side 'cos I'm on her chair
If she could, she'd be saying, "It's just not fair"
The street's not so busy; the pub is shut.
Where are the men, in their garden hut?
Tier three for Glasgow so there's nowhere to go
Not even your pal's house, 'cos Nicola says no.
"When will this end?" I have to ask
But at least the kids can go to their class
And learn about history, English and maths
Walking home with their pals, having a laugh.
But all of us old yins have to content
with a face time or phone call till this virus is spent
Vaccine, hurry the f**k up!