Suffering from Scottishness

It was windy
Trees were bendy
Always staring at money
I was in Brighton, in a taxi
Taxi driver says to me
"What's wrong pal you look depressed?"
I said "I'm suffering from Scottishness"
Oh for christ sake
I like shortcake
And if i'm happy it feels fake
I dream in tartan about Dumbarton
I think i've failed when i'm only starting
Oh yes, I must confess
That i'm suffering from Scottishness
There was one day, felt like something
In the toilet of a bar
Then the gadgie, in the mirror
He says "Who do you think you are?
You're nothing, you're just a mess
You're an advert for Scottishness"
Taxi driver he stopped the cab
He marched me straight to the nearest pub
His arm around me, he did his best
To make me see how my life was blessed
Oh, I lamped him with my bliss
Now he's suffering from Scottishness



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