Ye come up here tae paradise , tae beat us at your game,

Aw'wind and piss and full o' s_it, Yer aw the bloody same.

Ye caw yersels World champions, the nations most elite,

But Scotland are the greatest noo, cos Yuv just been f_ckin 'beat.

A game that wis invented, fur English gentlemen,

No Highland Jocks we tartan frocks, well bluddy think again.

A baw that's shapit like an egg, it's jist a stupit farse,

Bit A suppose it makes it easier, tae ram right up yer arse.

So git back home an lick yer wounds, yer a bunch o stupit fools,

It's time fur you tae cheat again, and change the f_ckin, rules.

Rugby,fitba, cricket tae, yer jist a shower o chancers,

Stick tae whit ye dae the best, you Morris f_ckin dancers!!!