Sauchiehall Street's dying
They've closed all the big stores
From BHS to Littlewoods
Boarded windows, shuttered doors
It used to be a great place
You could buy most anything
But, Sauchiehall Street's dying now
They used to call it the Style Mile
Down Buchannan to Argyle
Sauchiehall was half of that
Now it's just a stye
It's full of bloody pound shops
Selling cheap and nasty things
Sauchiehall Street's dying now
Lauder's has no Big Band now
The Jazz has had to move
Kids play for free up Charing Cross way
The Savoy's still there, but it's lost it's groove You can't even buy a record
Or even a CD
Sauchiehall Street's dying now
Sir Harry won't be pleased
The coffee shops are where it's at
Or, where it seems to be
The Costa's and the Starbucks'
And the Nero's by the three
The Parly Road just isn't there
The Emplre's gone for years
Sauchiehall Streets dying now
Lauder's has no Big Band now
The Jazz has had to move
Kids play for free up Charing Cross way
The Savoy's still there, but it's lost it's groove You can't even buy a record
Or even a CD
Sauchiehall Street's dying now
Sir Harry won't be pleased
Sauchiehall streets dying
Sir Harry won't be pleased