oh a Scotsman clad in kilt left th' bar one evenin' fair
an' one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share
he stumbled long until he could no longer keep his feet
an' he stumbled towards an arroyo
to sleep besahd th' street

about that tahm two young an' lovely cowpokes happened by
an' one says to th' other with a twinkle in his ah
see thet sleepin' Scotsman so strong an' handsome built
Ah wonder if it's true what they
don't wear beneath th' kilt

th' Scotsman woke t'nature's call an' stumbled towards a tree
behind th' bush he lifted kilt an he gawks at what he sees
an' in a startled voice he says to what's before his ahs
oh lad, Ah don't know where you been
but Ah see you won first prahze!

yippie ai yay
yippie ai yo
ghost rahders in th' skah