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| Hazel Whyte |
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| Scots' Music |
| National Average Man |
| A simple brief thought on Scottish Independance. Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it? There are only so many slices to a pie, for one to have more, another must have less. Lastly - to those Scottish "Loyalists" - to whom are you loyal? Scots royalty died in the 1700's so it can be no Scots crown - And certainly not it appears to those who came before, that bled for Scotland and her freedom ! |
| In the words of Burns, as he wrote from the heart. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie. Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power, Chains and slaverie. Wha would be a traitor-knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a Slave? Let him turn and flie: Wha for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or free-man fa', Let him follow me. By Oppression's woes and pains! By your Sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud Usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us Do - or Die!!! Choose your destiny. |
| Chorus: Hey, ho, where do I go, I want to join if I can And be your normal everyday national average man Every young man has plans this way to be as rich as he can I changed my mind, I just want to be a national average man Statistics are wonderful things, from them the papers can tell What Mister Average eats and drinks and what he earns as well The national average wage they say, is a hundred and sixty pounds Why is it then when I get my pay there's nothing like that to be found My little wife gets mad as can be and says, Iain you're holding out on me Each week the national average man drinks twenty-five pints o beer I like a drink on a Saturday, but my intake's nowhere near Three bottles of wine he takes with his grub, a bottle of whisky too The next time I come into this pub I tell you what I'll do I'll look around the people there And find the one who's getting my share Six hungry mouths at home to feed, I try to make them thrive But the national average family they say is only two point five I've never seen half a child running round, I've been north and south If we get one I'll bet you a pound we get the bit with the mouth But wait, it seems this man we take has sex but twice a week I think they've made a big mistake, or else they got some cheek I don't mind the kids, don't mind the booze, but this one's got me vexed I think I've got too much to lose if I have to cut down on my sex Final chorus: So hey ho where do I go, I want to stay as I am Underpaid and oversexed, a less than average man |
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