As Britain lyes in guilt, you see
Tis asked o reader, art thou free?

Are we free, Mr Rennie?
Of course we are

We’re making our own model of the universe
and nobody gives a damn for us

Eenty teenty haligalum
The head is hatched, the sky is crackit

and John Knox boozed up a kee-kark lum
John Knox boozed up a kee-kark lum

We’re making our own model of the universe
and nobody gives a damn for us

and all the Gods are humpy kee-kark,
kee-kark, kee-kark

 

from the album Lanarky by Tommy Mackay