In gay Paris, some years ago
We went to see Brazil
I donned my kilt, got pissed up
Ready to see some skill
Two drunken Scots happily
We wandered through the street
Hey you! Scottish guys!
Last night did we not meet?
Hey pal, dunno, by the way
Who’s askin’ who’d you say?
I’m a journalist from Africa
Aren’t you playing Brazil today?
We’re wearing kilts, silly hats
We’ve been drinking since half ten!
We Africans are having a party later
Will you honour us by coming then?
Since we didn’t really have
A date with Ronaldo and co
We thougth the prudent answer
Would be to say thanks.. but no
We went on to watch our beloved Scots
Lose two one ‘gainst the samba stars
Still wondering if all of Africa thought
The Scottish team trained in bars