In every hick town in caledonia Across this pseudo nadon You can see the most fucked up scum That was shat into creation Where a blue mckewan's lager top equals No imagination You're hunbelievable You're hunbelievable
The mystery of scottish sport Is why we hate the english so. I love the english very much As long as they don't fuckin beat us In the european nations cup You ain't gonna win no more
Sittin' and waiting for the inevitable shot out That never comes Sittin and waiting for the inevitable shot out That never fuckin comes.
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