On the question of Scottish independence
They’ve worded
it the wrong way
Don’t ask
the Scots if they want to go
Ask the
English if we want them to stay
On the question of Scottish independence
They’ve worded
it the wrong way
Don’t ask
the Scots if they want to go
Ask the
English if we want them to stay
I sold the vacuum cleaner
I wasn’t
really fussed
After all, at
the end of the day
It was just
collecting dust
My uncle collects wild animals
He’s the
strangest bloke I’ve met
I offered
him a really fat badger
He said no
“as it didn’t fit in his set”
I scoured the latest glossy mags
In search
of some fashion-ism
To give some
indication as to what
One wears
for casual racism
The Barber shaved the Mason,
And then at the close
The barber
did propose
Something
for the weekend sir?
Are you wearing lip-gloss?
No, you’re
not, you cow
You were
when you went out
So, who’s
wearing it now?
Goodbye Scotland goodbye
Good bye Scotland don't cry
That little Nationalist train
that makes me
Quite
happy, no words can tell how glad it makes me
Go now Scotland and then,
We’ll wave goodbye once again.
Hear us all cheer
Without a
tear
And if it all goes wrong don’t come back in a year
Goodbye Scotland goodbye.
Good bye Scotland don't cry.
Sung to the
tune of Toot Toot Tootsie