Oot & Aboot

sometimes being inside just gives me the creeps

so i jump in my boots & get right oot on the streets

with the weirdos & the bars & the noise of the city

kickin' oot the jams with the licks of the skinny

getting up & oot to where they don't make cents

where they ceilidh & the fling

with their kilts on & everything

they sweat & it condenses on the stone cold walls

runnin' all down the make a swamp on the floor

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that what ye git when you get oot

getting your ass off of the couch

take a look it leaves no doubt

no good to sit&pout

so go on get oot&aboot

although they can try they just can't keep me in

down there in hades with the vice and the sin

practise wreckless abandon in the room starts to spin

you know it won't be long before they

throw us all outta here