Letras de Broadford Bazaar

Dirty white caravans down narrow roads sailing
Leavers′ cortinas weaving in their wake
With hot red-faced drivers, horns, flattened fists wailing
Putting trust in blind corners as they overtake

And they'd all come willing now
Spend a shilling now
Stack up the back of your new motor car
There′s home-dyed woollens and wee plastic coolants
The day of the Broadford Bazaar

Out to the north no oil rigs are drifting
And jobs for the many are down to the few
Blue bottle shoppers, they visit no longer
Like flies to the jam pots, they were just passing through

And they'd all come willing now
Spend a shilling now
Stack up the back of your new motor car
Where once stood oil rigs so phallic
There's only swear words in Gaelic
To say at the Broadford Bazaar

All kinds of people come down for the opening
Crofters and cotters, white settlers galore
And up on the hill there′s an old sheep that′s dying
But it had two new lambs born just the fortnight before

And they'd all come willing now
Spend a shilling now
Stack up the back of your new motor car
They′ll take pounds, francs and dollars from the well-heeled
And stems from the green shield
The day of the Broadford Bazaar