The Scotsman

Well a Scottsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked the he'd drunk more than his share
He fumbled 'round until he could no long keep his feet
And he stumbled off in to the grass to sleep beside the street

Ring-ding didle lidle la deo
Ring dye didley eye oh
He stumbled off in to the grass to sleep beside the street
- 'The Scotsman' um, dunno who wrote this

On the way home from a night on the JD and coke at about 4.30am. Mainly JD. Scotsman Building on the bridges. Blur provided by alcoholic stupor.