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The Glaekit Sport's Jaiket.
Hae ye ever met a sport's jaiket mechanic.
Tae him everythin's easy naethin's a panic.
I wis havin' a wee bit bother wi' my clutch.
It widnae pu' a rabbit oot o' it's hutch.
Alang came the glaekit sport's jaiket.
Wi' his hauns stuck deep in his Paisley poakets.
'Tweenty meenits is a' that'll take it.
Wi' ane or twa spanners an' a couple o' soakets.'
Three weeks later an' covered in grime.
I still couldnae split the damn clutch frae the spline.
I tried an' I tried but I jist couldnae break it.
I'm lookin' for the buddie wi' the glaekit sport's jaiket.
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