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Gunhilted
Keep your mind on what their saying
Keep an ear on what their doing
If your down and feeling wilted
Don’t forget to be Gunhilted
Chorus.
Yea yea yea
Gunhilted
Yea yea yea
All the time
Yea yea yea
Gunhilted
Blow your mind
Set your sights and keep that heading
Hold your course and don’t be spreading
If your waters feeling silted
Don’t forget to be Gunhilted
Chorus
With some shades on you’d be cool
With a string vest you’d look a fool
With some tartan you’d be kilted
But don’t forget to be Gunhilted
Chorus
Keep an eye on where your headed
If you ever going to get wedded
If at the alter you get jilted
Don’t forget to be Gunhilted
Chorus.
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Peatman
Peatman!
He wears black wellies
Peatman!
He's coming for you
Peatman!
He'll take all your peat’s away
Peatman!
You know what to do
You gotta run,run,run,run away
Running from the Peatman
Peatman!
He drives a black tractor
Peatman!
Mostly at night
Peatman!
If you see him coming
Peatman!
You'll get a terrible fright
You gotta run,run,run,run away
Running from the Peatman
Peatman!
He tows a black trailer
Peatman!
It's full up with peat
Peatman!
How did he get it
Peatman!
It's all done by deceit
You gotta run,run,run,run away
Running from the Peatman |
Take it Easy
I never knew until I saw your face
Yea and you showed me ,you showed me a place
Where we could
Take it easy
Take it slow
Take it any speed you want me to go
Yes and you told me what it was all about
The things you did to me made me want to shout out
Take it easy
Take it slow
Take it any speed you want me to go
Take it away
Take it easy
Take it slow
Take it any speed you want me to go |
A Herd of Sheep
I walk these hills every day
Trying to earn my keep
It's hard to make a living out of a herd of sheep
I'm following the footsteps
Of those who've gone before
The crofter on the hillside
And the fisherman on the shore
It's hard to feed your children
When poverty is outside
When the wind and rain are family
And the barren lands your bride
This land for all it's beauty
Is a hard one to survive
Despite the picture postcards
Our villages don’t thrive
Our harvest from the land and sea
Just goes to pay the debt
There’s nothing left for us to do
But the biggest clearance yet.
Chorus |
Glen Valtos By Night (Its Alright, its Alright)
A walk in the dark along the old track
Jason was heavy and perched on my back
The ghostly Balantrushal was out on the Glen
And all the plebs would shit themselves then
A hole in the ceiling and ropes they would fall
And Grassy and Rab would descend to the hall
But no one would notice the elaborate plan
So it's back to playing shithead and Duran Duran
A chase round the buildings is all very nice
But it's even nicer when your Valtos Vice
And Mafia contracts with water is wet
Being caught by Skip the ultimate threat
The Rangers are over and Jason is drunk
He's getting upset cause they've stolen his bunk
And "Rab Is A Bastard" is written in sand
And lobsters go missing by slight of hand
The audience ready the band take the floor
And Bosch and the Crisis make them call out for more
And Zing Pop and Swinecult are no more but dust
And no one remembers the great Rampant Thrust
A hike round the beaches as midnight goes past
Singing old songs with Rab always last
Connect Four and Blackbox till dawn we would play
Then crash in the Plebs dorm for the rest of the day
The Messiah gets worshipped by Plebs kneeling down
But he's not amused you can tell by the frown
And dorms would get thrashed when all were in bed
But "We didn’t do it " is what we always said |
Mealisval
Away over in the Uig hills, there lies a great bump
It's name is Mealisval and it's a rotten dump
One side it is rocky and one side it is steep
One side is impossible unless you are a sheep
And it is so high, I just cant get on top of it
And it's so high, I wish I were a pig , a pig with wings
Mealisval, it's really high, it’s a pain in the ass way up
in the sky
Mealisval, it's top is higher than it's bottom
I don't like sheep, I think they're really rotten
Chorus
Oh my poor Granny, you know she lived in a house
And once she climbed a tree because she saw a mouse
Mealisval, It’s top is higher than its bottom
I don’t like sheep you know I think their really rotten
Chorus |
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And the Porpoise
An Instrumental |
(The) Prawn in Grassy's Eye Open the fridge, check out each and every shelf
There’s not much in, it looks like prawns are going to be
on that menu once again you’ll see
Set the table ,get your fork and napkin out
Stuff your face, it looks like prawns are going to die
Once again you’ll see
Chorus The prawns are boiling, the sauce is greener than green
The prawns are screaming, oh please no Grassy don’t eat me
oh dear
Set the table, get your knife ,fork and napkin out
Stuff your face, it looks like prawns are going to die once again
You’ll see.
Open the fridge, check out each and every shelf
There’s not much in it looks like prawns are going to be on
that menu
once again you’ll see
Chorus |
Hey Ho Anybody Home Hey ho anybody home
Meet and drink and money have I none
Still I will be happy, happy, happy
Hey ho anybody home
A shadow on the mountain
Turns over midnight’s page
As the mist runs from the forest
And the sunlight takes the stage
Now morning is upon us
The moon is chased away
And life looks so much different
With the breaking of the day
The silence of the dark rocks
Is broken by the breeze
As the sound of running waters
comes calling through the trees
now morning is upon us
The moon is chased away
And life looks so much different
With the breaking of the day
The mountain track is twisting
As below it meets the glen
And forgotten footsteps echo
From an unknown distant then
Now morning is upon us
The moon is chased away
and life looks so much different
with the breaking of the day |
A Tale of Two Tractors Well this old farm is all I got
It’s the best for miles around
A hundred head of cattle
And corn growing in the ground
But my farm is more fertile
The grass is lush and green
And most folk say my turnips
Is the best they’ve ever seen
Chorus
Plink plonk goes the rain on my old tin shed
I hope the lord forgives me cos I want my neighbour dead
The people here are friendly
Except for him next door
He don’t feed his animals
Their always after more
Well his fields of corn
Are dying off they must have got the blight
He just don’t have that farming knack
He just don’t do it right
Chorus
Well listen here old neighbour
This is what I said
I’m gonna come a’callin
And set fire to your shed
That don’t bother me none
I’ll burst your tractor tyre
And then I’ll get some matches
And set fire to your byre |
Funky Peatstack I’m going down to see my funky
peatstack
I’m going down to see my funky peatstack
I’m going down to see my funky peatstack
I’m going down to see my funky peatstack
Where are you going to?
That’s it there just by the winding peattrack
That’s it there just by the winding peattrack
That’s it there just by the winding peattrack
That’s it there just by the winding peattrack
Where’s your peatstack gone?
I’m going down to put the fallen peat’s back
I’m going down to put the fallen peat’s back
I’m going down to put the fallen peat’s back
I’m going down to put the fallen peat’s back
Where are you going to? |
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