DRESSIN' SCOTTISH, DRINKIN' IRISH, TALKIN' RUBBISH - LIPTONS ORPHAN.

Written, arranged & produced by Frankie McLaughlin.
All performances by Frankie McLaughlin.
Video produced by Frankie McLaughlin.
Production assistant and second camera - Anna Gembal-McLaughlin.

Words & Music - F. McLaughlin.
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I’ll settle up on the southside,
Clyde wide, stir fried,
Still rattlin', roarin' I crackle & burn on the inside yeah.

I’m gettin drunk for St Patrick,
I'll jump around like a like a fuckwit,
A barkin', bollockin' big auld dug wi a new trick.

Carved in the image of a man I never knew,
In the name o’ the Faither I were reart baith guid and true,
A rough cut bauble aw spit & stubble, yeah,
Though I’m well worth double aw the toil & trouble ah swear!

Twice thick as a hoff-brick,
Tongue punchin' a train wreck,
I been sucked in, sparked oot,
Kicked roon, dropped like a hot shit!

Fae the gates o’ Hades,
Tae the Ides o’ June,
I were born of fire and kissed on the arse by a silvery moon.

Cowed in the shadow of a God I never knew,
Nae pal o’ the de’il though he sings through me and you,
3 nails at ma throttle t'guard agin a bogey-o,
A penny in ma bunnet and i’ll tip it tae a lonely crow.

Im the towball at the shindig,
The pish doon at the picnic,
Aw laid bog low by a wee fizzgig in a pink fit!

I’m yer cup of plenty,
I’m yer wooden spoon,
I were born of fire,
And kissed on the arse by a silvery moon.

Ye were never my people and this is not my song,
Nae feart ae a blether if i ever do find my tongue,
I’ll spit words like a burst typewriter on a rattlin dray,
Like words would ever make a difference anyway..

Fae the gates o’ Hades,
Tae the Ides o’ June,
I were born of fire,
And kissed on the arse by a silvery moon.

I’m yer cup of plenty,
I’m yer wooden spoon,
I were born of fire,
And kissed on the arse by a silvery moon.
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