First they came for the socialites and I said
Dad on
Then they came for the alt-rights and I said
Dad on
Then they came for the Blairites and I said
Dad on
Then they came for the Barron Knights and I said
Haud on

They were all right
And so’s Weird Al

If you’re gonna take them
Then take me, pal
We might not be right on, hip or cool
But we’re parodist old school
So haud on
Haud on
Haud on

Ally came from Kirkcaldy, F.I.F.E
Dad on
Hitchiked his way across to Ballingry
Dad on
A castle here and Anstruther
Newburgh is the place where
They say
Dad on Dad on
Dad on

Oh you think you’re so sardonic
But your patter’s fucking chronic
Gie’s pee ee ee ee ee ee eace
You pretend you liked Sniffin Glue once
And you use words like nuance
Gie’s pee ee ee ee ee ee eace

You’re sanctimonious
Yours is the only pus

That lights up watching Sunday Politics
Your horse is higher
Than a eunuchs choir
Though ironically all of your pals are dicks

I’m not all right (He’s not all right)
I don’t know what’s left (dunno what’s left)
Back in the centre
They are bereft
I might not be right on, hip or cool
You’ve messed up this old fool
So dad on
Dad on
Dad on
Dad on
Dad on
Dad on
Dad ohhhhhhhhhhn

Dad on