Welcome to Pollokshields, Glasgow.
Or: Pollokshiz, Crapgow.
Meet me at the south side, south side.
That's how I hang.
Only at the south side, south side, south side.
Here we are now going to the south side.
I pick up my friends and we hope we won't die.
Ride at night, ride through heaven and hell.
Come back and feel so well.
Another one of Pollokshields' fine establishments.
I'm kinda buzzed and it's all because...
South Central does it like nobody does.
Isn't it beautiful.
Postboxes always make things look better.
The library was just across the street from me.
Right around the corner, winner of The Scottish Curry Award.
Or: The Best South Indian Food You've Ever Tasted.
Head around to the leafy bit of Shieldz.
And another postbox.
Now Pollokshields doors...
I do quite like.
There is also a "Posh Bit" of Pollokshields.
It literally consists of this strip.
Complete with a wonderfully old-fashioned butcher's.
And a pharmacy on a rounded corner.
I was just guessing, numbers and figures, pulling the puzzle apart.
Pollokshields is trash on the pavement.
I'd rather be in Pollokshields, with all my friends.
Looking out my window.
Hey mister my heart belongs to Glasgow.
SHiELdZ 4 LyFE!!!
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