They talk of men like Pele,
and the great Eusebio,
and even Stanley Matthews,
who played so long ago.
He's even aced the Belfast boy,
wee George was second best.
Not Johann Cruyff, not on your life
Wee jinky beats the rest.
I went down to Largs then, by the C L Y D E
Sure it was my intention to learn to water ski
I was up behind a speedboat but what was that I see
But Jinky in a rowing boat and he was passing me
Overthere at Ibrox Park, against the Ger's he played,
John Greig and all his cronies, in bed they should have stayed
And then his 'Auld' pal Bertie got on his Knees and prayed
Saying 'Mother Mary you were right, in heavan wee Jinks was made'
Away across in Lisbon, as the sun was beating down
Big Jock and all his Lions, they made Ferrera frown
Around the Milanese, wee Jink danced round and round,
until your man Faccheti was corkscrewed in the ground
Against the mighty Yugoslavs, the pride of old Belgrade
Big Jock he praised wee Jinky, cos what a game he played
They couldnae get him on the plane, it was a fine to-do
Jink says 'I'll take my rowing boat if it's all the same to you'
So come on raise your voices and everybody sing
of little Jimmy Johnstone, a wizard on the wing
He brought us Joy and magic, in the Celtics white and green
No doubt he was the finest theat the world has ever seen.