Matt McGinn - Get Up Get Out Ya Lazy Lout | Текст песни

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• Get Up Get Out Ya Lazy Lout

Get up, get out, ya lazy lout
Get intae your working claes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With a grindstone to your nose

When I was young and short of tongue
A silly wee fool was I
The morning after I left the school
I heard my mother say

Get up, get out, ya lazy lout
Get intae your working claes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With a grindstone to your nose

I bought a clock, a rare wee clock
To help me tell the time
It wakened me every mornin'
With a very poetic rhyme

Get up, get out, ya lazy lout
Get intae your working claes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With a grindstone to your nose

I married a lass, a bonnie wee lass
Ah kept her many a year
But come what may she'd start the day
By whispering in my ear

Get up, get out, ya lazy lout
Get intae your working claes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With a grindstone to your nose

There's some can lie as long as they like
They're luckier men than me
I never get to lie very long
I'm only five foot three

Get up, get out, ya lazy lout
Get intae your working claes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With a grindstone to your nose

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