Well, it’s up in the morning
But I dinnae hae work
So doon on my knees,
“Jesus, what is my worth?”
Yon pillars o’ wisdom
Couped by the Plague
An’ noo legislators say
“Thou canst not play”
So, I’m droving tae Golspie
Bearing for the Ben
Wi a bottle o’ whisky
Wrapped up in my coat
If we have a ceilidh
We’ll forever be friends
Gairm the Wise and
The Tyler oor shrink
We sit doon at Dunrobin
Tae rip intae the drink
Wi Miguel de Ravin’
The Righter o’ Wrongs
Who tells a’ the mooths
Where they a’ belong
Wild roving in Golspie
Rolling doon the Ben
Half bottles o’ whisky
Wrapped up in oor coats
If we have a ceilidh
We’ll forever be friends
Eighty odd inches
Betwix’ us we keep
Tis amazing how far
The wee Beastie can creep
There’s nae virus sae virile
Nae virus sae roch
Can survive being droon’d
In Beelzebub’s dèoch
Bùraching in Golspie
So we dinna go roond the bend
Bottles o’ whisky
Frae under oor sarks
If we have a ceilidh
We’ll forever be friends