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When Disney came to Scotland |
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Shooting 'Pixel Claymores' |
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I wanted the role of the rotten |
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Villain Rob McMurdo |
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But Tinnitus auditioned first |
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Some weird DJ from Boston |
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He's from WZBC |
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And he doesn't look much like a Scotsman |
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The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker |
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The weaver, the cheever, the bastard |
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Damn it and blast 'em, they said they had cast them |
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And swept me under the carpet |
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Tinnitus replied in a synthesised voice |
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When I dared him to fight me at Tekken |
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The clash of our claymores rang through the glens |
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And on 90.3 FM |
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And was it for real or was it a dream |
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When I buried my steel in his belly? |
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Tinnitus fell, the director yelled |
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'Cut!' then they put it on telly |
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The Campbells are coming, I'm long in the tooth |
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Was it because my hair is all gone? |
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I sit on the set in a sporran and kilt |
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My name is Winterblossom |
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Gall and wormwood under my tongue |
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Bonnie Prince Charlie's an arsehole |
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My friends are dead, it's cold and wet |
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My name is Rob McMurdo |
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I'll no be taken for granted |
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And I'll no be turned away |
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I'll be back! |