The Big Man And The Scream Team Meet The Barmy Army Uptown-Primal Scream

In every hick town in Caledonia Across this pseudo nation You can see the most f**ked up scum Ever shat into creation Where a blue McEwans Lager top Equals no imagination You're hunbelievable You're hunbelievable What do they do with the all the confiscated bevvy, the polis? Buckets and bags of it. Gie it to the jakeys? Drink it themselves, mibbe. Gie it back to the retailers, to sell it all back to us over again, the cunts (repeat) You're hunbelievable You're hunbeliveable The mystery of Scottish sport Is why we hate the English so I love the English very much As long as they don't beat us in the European Nations Cup You're hunbelievable You're hunbelievable I was sitting outside Wembley in '79 Jock cunts in London, massive carryout Talking to a guy in an ice cream van So drunk for weeks that we'd gone WAY past the point of wanting tickets It'd be horrendous now if someone was to hand you a f**king ticket You'd have to leave all this bevvy outside the ground, by they polis dumpbins? No f**king way 10 minutes into the f**king game you'd be climbing up the f**king walls to get out F**king hell Remember the banner, "Alcoholism beats Communism" Well it beats the f**k out of football as well Think of a success Your psyche is a mess Your economy is in distress Sitting there waiting for the inevitable shutout that never comes Sitting there waiting for the inevitable shutout that never f**king comes