a'right. I'll do it... but I think yur too white for it

M' name is Angus Iben Ali
Caliph o the tay in old Dundee
I hang me heather in a Bedouin tent
I'm a camel ridin turban wearin lowland gent

Hemmm laddie hemmm laddie

I was cookin up a batch of haggis and fallafel
And I mus' admit tha' it smell's pretty awful
Me old friend Yogi he came alang
and he said "Hey Angus, what's that sang?"

Ayyyeie aaayyeiie yeiie rum tum diddlee idee di do day

In my caftan plaide there hangs to the floor
A scimitar the size of an old claymore
I wave to the lassies as I walk doon the street
and they say, "Hey Angus, Where's your troosers?"

Oh shite, at's the wrong song
I'll just have to play it again

We'll just wait for it to come aroond again on the doombek

Well tha's my song and it's not verrah guid
I only wrote it cause I knew I cuid
I'll sing barradee and I'll pipe till I'm blue
and then I'll play a little bodhran tune

Go Angus, Go Angus, Go Achbar

There is but one God
Bonnie Prince Charlie
And Robbie Burns is his prophet


That is a little song written by Master Effenwealt Whystle