Top prize for the first person to guess the tune of this little ditty!!! Well i've worn these black britches For many's the year as worn out in the front, as they are in the rear Per-fumed by sweet afton, and beer slops galore But i never can wear these old britches no more AND ITS NO, NAY NEVER No nay never no more, can i wear these black britches no never no more After my last performance On saturday night, I knew in my heart, they were getting too tight I played the finale with gusto and flair Bowed to the crowd and my arse hit the air Chourus Well i was embarrsed as you would be too with me arse cheeks exposed, i didn't know what to do So i saluted the crowd, with a dissatisfied grunt And walked off the stage ......still facing the FRONT Chourus So that is the story Of what happened to me when i played with my arse out To my mis-ery But my con-fidence dented, it never will wilt I play 5 nights a week now wearing a kilt Chourus sorry..... i know, some folk have better things to do on a sunday morning than this, but you know when you're struck by the moment.......
|