When Disney came to Scotland Shooting 'Pixel Claymores' I wanted the role of the rotten Villain Rob McMurdo
But Tinnitus auditioned first Some weird DJ from Boston He's from WZBC And he doesn't look much like a Scotsman
The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker The weaver, the cheever, the bastard Damn it and blast 'em, they said they had cast them And swept me under the carpet
Tinnitus replied in a synthesised voice When I dared him to fight me at Tekken The clash of our claymores rang through the glens And on 90.3 FM
And was it for real or was it a dream When I buried my steel in his belly? Tinnitus fell, the director yelled 'Cut!' then they put it on telly
The Campbells are coming, I'm long in the tooth Was it because my hair is all gone? I sit on the set in a sporran and kilt My name is Winterblossom
Gall and wormwood under my tongue Bonnie Prince Charlie's an arsehole My friends are dead, it's cold and wet My name is Rob McMurdo
I'll no be taken for granted And I'll no be turned away I'll be back!
Compositor: Nicholas John Currie ECAD: Obra #5417915