He's four feet-two, and he's five feet-four,
He fights with half-bricks after beer.
He's all of sixty-one, and he's only seventeen,
Been a voter for three hundred years.
He's a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain,
A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew.
And he knows he's being a pain,
To the English in their view,
That they subsidise my friend and me and you.
And he's fighting the Scotsman,
He's fighting the Mail,
He's fighting the BBC,
And he's fighting the Record,
And he's fighting the Express,
And he knows we'll put an end to it this way.
And he's fighting for Democracy,
He's fighting for the Reds,
We know it's for the peace of all.
He's the one who must decide,
Who's to go and who's to bide,
And the arguments against him mean fuck all.
But without him,
Thatcher did the evil that she done.
With him she would have stood all alone,
It's a paradox I know, but I've been smoking blow
Dah de da de da de do.
And without him this referendum can't be won.
He's an SNP supporter and he really is fair game,
Their orders come from far away for sure,
They come from here and there...
...but not from you and me...
And brothers can't you see,
This is the way we put an end to war...
Perhaps Hazel could do something wi this?
Or anyin else wi a guid voice and a mike.
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Ah... I blame the Welsh.
I also blame Lalland's post on the demographics of the SNP as seen in the SoS, it must have sparked something off...
