Heart of Lothian

On the outskirts of nowhere

On the ringroad to somewhere

On the verge of indecision

I'll always take the roundabout way

Waiting on the rain

For I was born with a habit

From a sign

The habit of a windswept thumb

And the sign of the rain

Rain on me! {It started to rain}

a) Wide Boy

Wide boys, wide boys, wide boys

Born with hearts of Lothian

Wide boys, wide boys

Born with hearts of Lothian

Wide boys, we were wide boys

Born with hearts of Lothian

These hearts of Lothian

It's six o'clock in the tower blocks

The stalagmites of culture shock

And the trippers of the light fantastic, bowdown, hoe-down

Spray their pheremones on this perfume uniform

And anarchy smiles in the Royal Mile

And they're waiting on the flyboys, slyboys, wideboys

Rooting, tooting cowboys

Lucky little ladies at the watering holes

They'll score the Friday night goals

I was born with a heart of Lothian

I was born with a heart of Lothian

I was born with a heart of Lothian

I was born with a heart of Lothian

I was born with a heart of Lothian, with a heart of Lothian.