Post by dreamy on Jan 30, 2006 1:58:01 GMT 10
Oh what a sleekit, horrible beastie
Lurks in yer stomach efter a feastie
Just as ye sit doon among yer kin
There sterts tae stir an enormous win
The neeps an' tatties an' mushy peas
Stert workin like a gentle breeze
But soon the puddin' wi' the sonsie face
Will huv ye blawin a' ower the place
Nae matter whit the hell ye dae
A'body's gonnae have tae pay
Even if ye try tae stifle
It's like a bullet oot a rifle
Haud yer bum tight tae the chair
Tae try an' stop the leakin' air
Shift yersel frae cheek to cheek
An' pray tae God it disnae reek
But a' yer efforts go asunder
Oot it comes like a clap o'thunder
It ricochets aroon' the room
Michty me! A sonic boom!
God Almighty' it fairly reeks
(Ah hope a huvnae shit ma breeks)
Straight to the bog ah better scurry
Aw whit the hell, it's no ma worry
A'body roon aboot me's chokin
Wan or two are nearly bokin
Ah'll feel much better for a while
Ah cannae help but raise a smile
"Wiss him!" ah shout, wi accusin glower
Alas , too late. He's just keeled ower
"Ya dirty bugger!" they shout and stare
Ah dinnae feel welcome ony mair
Where e'er ye be, let yer wind gang free
(sounds just the job for thee an' me)
Whit a fuss at Rabbie's party
Ower the sake o' wan wee farty!
Lurks in yer stomach efter a feastie
Just as ye sit doon among yer kin
There sterts tae stir an enormous win
The neeps an' tatties an' mushy peas
Stert workin like a gentle breeze
But soon the puddin' wi' the sonsie face
Will huv ye blawin a' ower the place
Nae matter whit the hell ye dae
A'body's gonnae have tae pay
Even if ye try tae stifle
It's like a bullet oot a rifle
Haud yer bum tight tae the chair
Tae try an' stop the leakin' air
Shift yersel frae cheek to cheek
An' pray tae God it disnae reek
But a' yer efforts go asunder
Oot it comes like a clap o'thunder
It ricochets aroon' the room
Michty me! A sonic boom!
God Almighty' it fairly reeks
(Ah hope a huvnae shit ma breeks)
Straight to the bog ah better scurry
Aw whit the hell, it's no ma worry
A'body roon aboot me's chokin
Wan or two are nearly bokin
Ah'll feel much better for a while
Ah cannae help but raise a smile
"Wiss him!" ah shout, wi accusin glower
Alas , too late. He's just keeled ower
"Ya dirty bugger!" they shout and stare
Ah dinnae feel welcome ony mair
Where e'er ye be, let yer wind gang free
(sounds just the job for thee an' me)
Whit a fuss at Rabbie's party
Ower the sake o' wan wee farty!
