Mert

Oot ma Road ya Scally wag

Ya heathin, Bint.

Be aff!

Stop Dilly Fugging dallying

N gees a glass o waff.

Am Thirsty, goat the dry mouth

Been on the buck aw day

Now ma eyes are blurrin,

Couldny tell ya where i’m fae

But i’m stoatin oan a stoggie

Anywin goat a light?

See when I’m an ald fogie, Ya wilny catch me upright

I’ll be laying on ma death bed

Belting oot sunshine on Leith

Cause my heart is aw boot Scotland

You can just call me the Chief.

-Oan yer bike Hen-