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A Caledonian celebration.
EDINBURGH ROCK
Edinburgh rock, it tastes like chalk
A bad, bad rock, this here Edinburgh rockCareful how you chew, Mac, your tooth might crack
An' I'm so sugared up that I rattle
I have got the sharpest knife, so I cut the biggest slice
I've never been to NewbattleHey!
Everybody smash up your sweets and run up Arthur's Seat
This confection decay your molars
This confection sweeter than cola
Tell your maw, tell your pa every tooth will rot when you bite
Can't you feel it? Don’t ignore it
You're gonny be a right sightEdinburgh rock, I'm in a state of shock
So bad, bad rock, this here Edinburgh rockCareful how you bite, Clyde, your dentures will glide
And your pores will ooze through your hat
The tourists on the beat, up and down Princes Street
Fork out a fiver for a box of thatHey!
Everybody smash up your sweets and run up Arthur's Seat
This confection decay your molars
This confection sweeter than cola
Tell your maw, tell your pa every tooth will rot when you bite
Can't you feel it? Don’t ignore it
You're gonny be a right sightEdinburgh rock
Everybody smash up your sweets and run up Arthur's Seat
This confection decay your molars
This confection sweeter than cola
Tell your maw, tell your pa every tooth will rot when you bite
Can't you feel it? Don’t ignore it
You're gonny be a right sightEdinburgh rock
Hey so get to Poundstretcher for a cheaper brand
Wearin' me down
Presses into his…
everybody
Edinburgh rock
To the coolest radges in Duddingston
With the hardest pies
And the pool cuesIs your heart so made of rock
That the blood must flow out yer cockAre you listening radges
Yay! Fringe flyerers are gonna die
While festival goes rolling by
Tis food for thought radges
Young people shoot their days away
I've seen talent thrown away
Is this Loanhead?
The bagpipes play!
And they’re dancing up Arthur's SeatThis confection decay your molars
This confection sweeter than cola
Tell your na-na-na, tell your pa-pa-pa every tooth will rot when you bite
Can't you feel it? Don’t ignore it
You're gonna be a right sightI say Edinburgh rock
There’s that old sock seller
Two for a pound
This must be the way out
Here’s the cheap bit
Oola-oola-oola
Any song you want
(oola-oola-oola)
Playing requests now on the Ross bandstand
(oola-oola-oola)
SASB combo
(oola-oola-oola)
Just fifty pound a day
Weddings, parties, anything
The Bongo Club a speciality