I ain’t got no money
My clothes are kinda funny
My hair is kinda wild and free
Oh, but I know where I wanna go
If I’m feeling queasy

When you walk round Embra
The statues you remember
Are a dug and master of philosophy

David Hume’s toes and Greyfriars Bobby’s nose
Are lighting the way for me

There’s something about the way that they shine
It’s a feeling that’s fine
And I just gotta say
They really got a magical spell
And it’s working so well
That I can’t get away

People say it ruins
The statues’ protuberances
If you rub them constantly
But David Hume’s toes and Greyfriars Bobby’s nose
Are lighting the way for me

inspired by this tweet: