"Hoot Mon" lyrics - BING CROSBY

BING CROSBY

"Hoot Mon"

The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th
Hoot Mon, out o' my way, who do you think you are
It's the toe o' my boot, Mon, if you push too far
Hoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birth
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th

(Who can play the drums, is there a piper in the town)
(Have them put their kilts on and come right down)

[Bing:]
Ah, you brawny lads, whether you're poor or men of wealth
Meet me in the tavern to drink my health

[Bob:]
Oh, who's that standing in my path ([Bing:] Stand clear!)
Arrgghh, don't ya know you're face to face with Robbie McMath

[Both:]
Oh, Hoot Mon, out o' my way, who do you think you are
It's the toe o' my boot, Mon, if you push too far
Hoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birth
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th

[Bing:]
I flung Kilcallan and touted McAllan and pretty near crippled McQueen
[Bob:]
McDuff used to hide, but I beat up McBride and I belted up Barney McDean
[Both:]
McGraw and McGregor looked worse than a beggar and had to go home for a bath
You'll never look nobby by makin' a hobby of sparrin' with Robbie McMath
[Both:]
Oh, Hoot Mon, out o' my way, who do you think you are
It's the toe o' my boot, Mon, if you push too far
Hoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birth
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th

[Spoken:]
[Bob:] Say, Haggis
[Bing:] What is it, McMaggis?
[Bob:] Where are you from, Laddie?
[Bing:] I'm from Briarcliff-On-The-Heather. It's the station right
After Thistle -On-The-Doon. Where are you from, Laddie?
[Bob:] I'm from Bristles-On-The-Thigh. It comes right after Shaving-On-The-Thigh.