I loved Scottish dancin
When i were at School
All that jumpin an twizzin
I looked a complete fool
Miss Smith lined us up
ready to fling
Higland music rang in our ears
Norman my mate in front had had a few beers
We started to dance
He was attacked by the runs
Splashed out of his pants
my shoes full of dung
The class collapsed laughing
Miss Smith wondered why
Whats that smell, own up, don be shy
Poor Norman went red we all knew why
It`s me miss iv`e got dioreah
I had a few shandy`s made up with beer
Ive pood in my kex,couldnt help myself
Sorry bout your shoes lads, i shouldn`t be here
Copyright James Byrne
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