Bastards

(album: Clash Of The Tartans - 2000)

And if you want to find 'em, you kin find 'em in the pub

Early in the morning into the dead of night
They're closing down the bars and they're screaming about our rights
Well all my friends are bastards, each and every one
And if you want to find 'em, you kin find 'em in the pub

There's the MacKannogh Fulkinator hanging by the loo
Waiting for that special someone, will he go askew?
For a whisky and a cigarette and a place to spend the night
And doing all them kinky things we know that just ain't right

And when I go, I wanna go to whisky heaven
I said I know I've got a really thirsty soul
Hell I dunno maybe we'll all end up in whisky heaven
Yeah just sitting around and drinking watching rivers of whisky flow

We enjoy the freaky people hanging about the space
Punk rock hair the devil may care
And pierced throughout the face
But we're much worse than all of that
If the truth be known
We'll drink to you, you'll drink to us
We'll drink to you and yours