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The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-thHoot Mon, out o' my way, who do you think you areIt's the toe o' my boot, Mon, if you push too farHoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birthThe seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th(Who can play the drums, is there a piper in the town)(Have them put their kilts on and come right down)BING:Ah, you brawny lads, whether you're poor or men of wealthMeet me in the tavern to drink my healthBOB:Oh, who's that standing in my path (BING: Stand clear!)Arrgghh, don't ya know you're face to face with Robbie McMath(BING: Robbie McMath)BOTH:Oh, Hoot Mon, out o' my way, who do you think you areIt's the toe o' my boot, Mon, if you push too farHoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birthThe seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-thBING:I flung Kilcallan and touted McAllan and pretty near crippled McQueenBOB:McDuff used to hide, but I beat up McBride and I belted up BarneySongtexteMcDeanBOTH:McGraw and McGregor looked worse than a beggar and had to go home fora bathYou'll never look nobby by makin' a hobby of sparrin' with RobbieMcMathBOTH:Oh, Hoot Mon, out o' my way, who do you think you areIt's the toe o' my boot, Mon, if you push too farHoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birthThe seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-thSPOKEN:BOB: Say, HaggisBING: What is it, McMaggis?BOB: Where are you from, Laddie?BING: I'm from Briarcliff-On-The-Heather. It's the station rightafter Thistle -On-The-Doon. Where are you from, Laddie?BOB: I'm from Bristles-On-The-Thigh. It comes right after Shaving-On-The-Thigh.BOTH:Oh, Hoot Mon, out o' my way, who do you think you areIt's the toe o' my boot, Mon, if you push too farHoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birthThe seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th Aus Songtexte Mania