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Snoopy Dug

~~Snoopy Dug

Am no aw’a with the fairies, ma teachers think am daft,
A wee ginger heed and freckly face, neebors think am saft.
When a gan tae the fitba, ma pals aw sing and shout,
When I rap they turn and gawk, its whit am aw about.

Who ate all the pies? My favourite fitba tune,
When I belt oot ma gangster rap, they call me a loon.
Getting aff at Haymarket, a kin whit it means,
You start aff fully clothed, gan hame with nae jeans.

Hullo Senga shes a big lass, she bides in ma toon,
7 fit tall with a hairy face, I hope to milk her soon.
I like tae look ma best, A ken whits ma tartan,
If you look to call me oot, u better no be startin.

A come fae way up north, Nae way’e am in oil,
The brawest lassie in ma toon, looks like Susan Boyle.
Ma pal ken’s her faither, hes even clapped her dug.
No sure whit he means, says shes got a furry rug.

A Clyde built man a ken, his name is Charlie Doll,
Bag pipe music is his thing, tunes he kens them all.
His bird is awfy posh, a wee bull in her mooth,
No sure where she comes fae, bet its way doon Sooth.

Its time fir me tae gan, ma bus is nearly here,
If u want to buy my album, you’ve nae need tae fear.
Check me oot on amazon, just listen with yer lug,
The only highland rapper gawn, ma name is Snoopy Dug.

Grant Wright
21/11/12

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