The Mad Piper

Tweedle leedle lay
Tweedle leedle dumb bum tweedle dum bum
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When I was a little lad
They knew I was a fake
When I played, I played so bad
They threw me in the lake
Now I’m on the road again
Try to earn a quid
So I work at local pubs
Just like my granny did
I’m the mad mad piper
Tweedle leedle lay
My life’s a mess, and I’m wearing a dress
But I’m happy anyway
I’m the mad mad piper
Tweedle leedle lay
I’m quite insane, I’m everybody’s pain
But I blow it anyway
Many, many, many people
Try to stop the noise
Even if they take my pipe
I do it with my voice
They might call me stupid
And you might call me mad
Take away my haggis
But I’m still a cheerful lad
Tweedle leedle lay
Tweedle leedle dumb bum tweedle dum bum
Tweedle leedle dumb
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Tweedle leedle dumb bum tweedle dum bum
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I climbed the crampian mountain
To play among the sheep
Before I even started
The sheep went for the steep
From Thurso down to Glasgow
They sent a telegram
Warning all the highlands
Describing who I am