Letras:
Real Mckenzies Oot Aboot

get right oot on the streets with the weirdos & the bars & the noise of the city kickin' oot the jams with the licks of the skinny getting up & oot

i recall back in '79 i was just a wee kid livin' in a dive didn't drink, didn't dance, didn't ever smoke hash but it changed when i heard the clash and

off to the harbour, under drungeon in the morning i've got a press gang looking after me. i'll awaken sometime on the morrow. by then we'll be a league

i will go back to my homeland to the land where i long to be i will go back now to my homeland to the land that's now a calling me [Chorus:] it's no

Ever Since The Days We Were Living In The Caves Some Assumed Leadership Others Became Slaves Brother Against Brother Cain & Abel Were Both Wrong At Each

One Hound Starts Barking Sets The Whole Pack Off Never Try To Pinch Off Anymore Than You Can Flush Don?t Sit And Sniver While Your Life Is Going To The

ye banks & braes of bonnie doon, how can ye bloom sae fresh & fair how can ye chant ye tiny wee birds and i sae weary & nae full o' care ye break me