Skyscraper faimly , it maun be a chore
Bidin twenty storeys frae yer ain front door.
Bi day ye’ve gulls fur neebors, syne ye’ve stars aa nicht
Save on the electric wi the meen fur licht.

Skyscraper faimly, it’s affa heich, yer hoose.
Div ye keep a bat there, far we micht hae a moose?
Fit a tapsalteerie wunner o a street
Faimlies at yer heid, ay, an ithers at yer feet.

Skyscraper faimly, dis yer washin dry?
Dis yer mither peg it onno rainbows in the sky?
Div ye get a hurl on a passin aeroplane?
Veesit Spain an Italy, syne hame fur tea again?

Skyscraper faimly, ye’ve affa far tae faa
Naewye tae play wi a bicycle or baa.
Fin the bairn greets, dae ye hing her on a cloud?
My, it maun be lanely, hyne abeen the crowd.