The tartan army\'s on it\'s way
We\'re marching to the USA
A football tournament to play
The world cup is here
A sea of colour kilts and song
The flower of Scotland singalong
A choir of voices thousands strong
Fuelled by the local beer
The bagpipes match the drummers beat
Fans chant and dance on every street
The team take on the world\'s elite
Without an ounce of fear
We\'re here to party nothing more
We\'d love to win but fuck the score
Our flags and banners to the fore
From front row to the rear
Although we have a decent past
It\'s twenty eight long years since last
The highland clans and lowlands massed
And kicked into top gear