Greased Lightning

Saltcoats born,Saltcoats bred His darts left many a defender for dead Had he not been flagged so often for offside His haul of goals would have sky-highed His quick reflexes the eye deceived Leaving linesmen blind to his onside speed This was a Lisbon Lion with a cheetah's pace Forcing defenders to foul rather than chase Faster by far than any other He caused defences all sorts of bother Let us recall with affection wee Bobby Lennox To opposing teams always a marauding menace.