Leg Of Lamb

Three hours up the A9 Stuffed in the back of a rotten death trap

Barrelling down the backroads Knuckles ice-white faces green from the smell At last we reached this house Met on the drive by a funny wee ginger

Man with a very strange name Towed around by dog with a cheeky gleam in his eye

He led us round the back Past Bananas Horndogs a guy called Merv

To arrive at a bright white tent The place for us for to make our din

There upon the stage Sat three bottles of the most exquisite

Malt but along with that Was a thing of such beauty it caused us to write this (song)

That leg of lamb went around Right round the whole of the tent When we asked for it back No sight nor scent could be found That leg went around devoured by the whole damn tent

If I ever find the thief I'll put him in the ground

It slid right off the bone Never had such a rich treat been prepared

In between each song We'd take a bite with our teeth all bared

White as the glint in the eye Of the hound who prowled all around our stage Never letting his gaze Depart from the prize that we prided our leg of lamb