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DRESSIN' SCOTTISH, DRINKIN' IRISH, TALKIN' RUBBISH - LIPTONS ORPHAN - (official video)

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. ----------------------------------------------------- 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. ------------------------------------------