This has no MP3 yet, and I’m not going to do one until I can carry the tune. Never let it be said that Kensson ducks some of the great taboos…
My friends were getting married, it was up I had to smarten
So I went to rent myself a kilt in the Black Watch tartan
But when I got into the shop they were selling off their stock
And if I turned down a bargain, how could I call myself a Scot?
Even with no underwear, everything exposed to air
No underwear, there’s a nice cool breeze down there
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