The mists

The mist begins to clear
Alone on a purple heather clad hillside
Stands a lone kilted Scottish warrior
Manly, proud and erect
He gets out his bagpipes
He begins to play "ah, ah, ah, ah,
stayin alive, stayin alive,
ah, ah, ah, ah stayin alive
David Macleod stands proudly
Beside his Celtic brother
And whispers quietly to him
"Play that one more time and
I will shoot you in the face"
God I hate the fuckin Bee gees

The mist begins to clear
Alone on a purple heather clad hillside
Stands a lone kilted Scottish warrior
Manly, proud and erect
He speaks; he speaks of Scotland
He speaks of Nationhood,
He speaks of the struggle
He speaks of FREEDOM
He speaks with an Australian accent
David Macleod sneaks up behind him
He thwacks him in the face with a frozen salmon
"I don't care if you are Mel Gibson
Learn to speak Scottish properly
Ya Prick

The mist begins to clear
Alone on a purple heather clad hillside
Stands a lone kilted Scottish warrior
Manly, proud and erect
He gets out his bagpipes and begins to play
"Well I gotta have faith,
oooooooooooooh, I gotta have faith,"
David Macleod stands proudly
Beside his Celtic brother
"Hey ! Blow into your own bagpipes
where do you think you are George?
in a public toilet?
The warrior resheathes his claymore
and wanders into the night
Sobbing his little heart out
David Macleod roars his battle cry
"WHAM? Bam no thank you ma'am"
Then dances a jig