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

One day he took the brick in his hands and dandered up 
the Falls 
He was singing "Up the Rangers" and hummin' Derry's 
Walls 
He broke the big shop window to annoy the Pope of Rome 
He took the record player and then he started home 
He took the record player and then he started home 

Next night they had a hooley at the local Orange Hall 
Wee Willie took his player to make music for the boys 
He chose a stack of records of a very loyal kind 
But when the music started he nearly lost his mind 
But when the music started he nearly lost his mind 

This Fenian record player was a rebel to the core 
It played out songs the Orange Hall had never heard 
before 
For Golly's Brae 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 

Well 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 the song of Old Sinn 
Fein 
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 its the ancient curse, crime it will not pay 
If you ask Wee Willie McFadden, he'll say "You're 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