Black-eyed Susan was my daughter Black-eyed Susan was my daughter She lived in a caravan With her lousy boyfriend dealer And their skinny whippet Sheila I had to end that scene, I think you know what I mean Here's the tune 'I Paid the Piper' Here's the tune 'I Paid the Piper' There is no end to the week I have seen the dance of barflies Up against a Glasgow sunrise And exhausted on the ground The lovers lose the pleasures that they found ♪ Never go to church on Sunday, never go to church on Sunday Just to hear some sweaty priest You can count on his devotion, at the bottom of emotion And no matter what you've done, so go on And lie on beaches in the sun Black-eyed Susan was my daughter