Mammy put thuh Chuckly Bruthoos on,
Cos dad won't come home, he's deid.
At least in ma sunglassed wee ken eyes,
Cos when I played fitba he wur always leit.

An' he were a sad ol' man,
Rattling round tawn, with a whisky and a dram,
Staying out leit, oh gawd wud y'ken?
And he'd come home and batter me mam
(with his absence)

ouhhh East Kilbride, and old Bathgate.
The saddest thing I everr deiid see,
Was a DVD of Garrdurrnn State

ouhhh wooah wooah woooah (etc etc etc)