Here's a snatched set of lyrics for Dundee Doag,

was very hastily scribed from a live performance (shoulda taken my phone to record I know).

So, if anyone has any corrections please add them.

THE DUNDEE DOAG

I'm a doag I'm a doag am a Dundee doag am a D.O.A.G. doag,
I'm fightin mad ahm a heidcase, an ah live up the Lochee road,
A' the doags in the toon they've heard o' me an they ca' me mental Wull,
Ah've killed ev'ry cat fer miles aroond an am lookin fer Sam the Skull.

There's a great big doag called Gnasher, wha lives here in Dundee,
He thought he wiz a hard man an he wiz gonna challenge me.
Ah told him that wiz suicide bu' still he wouldna listen,
He's gain aboot wi three legs noo an' hauf 'es teckle missin'.

Ah've a heid like an aligator and teeth like a j'iner's saw,
Ahm fifteen stain wi' ma claiths aff, gow pa's like a dinosaur.
Oh Pitbulls and alsatians, they stay oot o ma way,
Rotweilers dinna scare me, cos ah eat one ev'ry day.

Last week we went tae Shecklestoon, tae look fer Sam the Skull,
They say he'd moved an he's livin wi a burd in a singleton in Mary-hull.
So ah phoned him on his mobile, said you an aw yer team,
If yer willin tae show we'll hae a square go in the middle o Glesga green.

Next mornin at the crack o dawn, stood Sam an aw his team,
Jist like the auld OK Coral in the middle o the Glesga green,
They came at me like chergin bulls, said yer jist a mug,
He nearly bit ma leg aff, so ah tore aff haulf 'es lug.

He hit me wi' a baseball bat that had a six inch nail,
Ah kicked him in the goolies and chawed aff haulf 'es yail,
We kicked and bit an clawed an scratched fer sixteen hours or mair
The blood and guts and skin an fur were flein ev'ry where.

We twa were feeling knackered, so we baith agreed,
If ah stay oot o Glasgow, he'd stay oot Dundee,
We pit awa' oor weapons, we shook each others paws,
So naebody won the fight that day, we jist ca'd it a draw.