Thank you for your kind endeavours, making Scotland fit for kings.
All the gifts that London brings us, all the joy Westminster brings.
Hail to our country and our leaders ruling with integrity.
Wish that we had voted for them, taking care of you and me.
Praise them for their kindly hand-outs, stand in line …….. redundancy.
All our friends you’ve saved from working he’s sold his job …… can’t you see?
Early retirement, that’s the plan, a holiday that work can’t buy.
From sweet sixteen intil you meet that job creator in the sky.
Equal rights, democracy, the Poll Tax proves it must be true.
Palaces or one-roomed slums, we pay the same …… so God bless you.
Thank you for your time-share chalets, and your tiny bijou bed-sit flat.
Sold to buy that Scottish island, "What, my dears, do you think of that?"
Keep the soft soap gently bubbling, tax the whisky, oil and rain.
When, at last it all runs out, the devolution dream will come again.