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| The Ballad of the Wee Bonnie Sots Intro We have heard folks repeat That you are what you eat. But maybe those people are wrong. For we Sots tend to think That you are what you drink And the 'proof' is right here in our song. Verse Have you heard of the Wee Bonnie Sots? We've been singing since we were just tots. We were ever so young The first time we sung, Our noses were running with snots. And by running, we mean running a lot. And we sang and we danced And we drank and romanced And we fought like a clan full of Scots. Have you heard of the Wee Bonnie Sots? We’re wenches; we’re sultry; we’re hot. We sing through the night ‘Til the wee morning light And drink all the drinks that you've got. But drunkards are something we're not, We think it's absurd To use such a word. 'Drunkess' is the word we were taught. Chorus We Sots are so sweet and so bonnie. We sing and we drink and we nonnie. We sing in the pub, And drink in the tub, And nonnie with Dickey and Johnny. Did you know that the wee Bonnie Sots Just love to go sailing on yachts? We weather the storms And round all the horns And stand to go pee in a pot. But money is something we’ve got To get more of, so please, If we beg on our knees, 'Tis not an ulterior plot. Aye, everyone calls us the Sots, Making music that hits the right spots. We’re a feast for your ears That goes better with beers And buns full of wieners and brats. But sweet voices ain't all that we gots. We have supple young... minds And curvaceous... designs Tattooed where a Bonnie Sot squats. Repeat chorus Oh, woe and alas for we Sots! Our poor nubbies are covered with spots! Now we have your attention, Did we happen to mention It's your turn to buy the next shots? So drink to what shan't be forgot-- To the health of each knight That begged for the right To sleep on the Bonnie Sots' cot. Big finish Every laddie and lass Lift up your full glass As we offer this crumby, wry toast From the Wee Bonny Sots To each Hottentot May your rump never burn at a roast! |
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