When it’s just after five of a Saturday
An those uninformed punters roll in
“East Fife 4, Forfar Athletic 3”
An a nonchalant voice will be missing.
Raith Rovers sounded important (they are)
Why he even made Arsenal sound cool
When checking a coupons points haul thus far
James dwelt on words as a poet might do?
Gathered round a car radio at weddings
Or a tranny to ear down the tube
James was our man, we believed everything he said
Without passion, he told us the truth.
Can anyone say; Hamilton Academicals
In that quaint way James has with words
Even Queen of The South with their biblical*
Connections, were treated like Tottenham Hotspur.
When toshing a front-room of a Saturday*
If the lads played away in The North
James’s voice meant down tools for a tea-break
To listen avidly out for the score.
So next time the poignant music begins playing
Of a Saturday when five-o-clock’s struck
Lets reminisce how James in his way on occasion
Nonchalantly told us our team had been stuffed!