Donald Where's Yer Law Suit ?

To the tune of "Donald where's yer troosers"..........

Chorus
Let the flutes play high let the flutes play low
Through the streets in my sash I'll go
The Fenians shout hello hello
Ya dirty Orange bast*rd.

Donald Findlay is my name
Watching Rangers is my game
But things will never be the same
For I'm proud to be a bigot.

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We left new Hampden full of cheer 
Down the club and on the beer
Don't let no Fenians come in here
This party's just for Proddies.

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A few wee gins was all it took
Tae get ma Orange song book oot
Then someone handed me a flute
Singing die ya Fenian bast*rd.

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All I sang was Derrys' walls
F*ck the pope & the Orange halls
Now they've got me by the balls
That f*cking Daily Record. 

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Too many Tims at the Proddy bash
All they wan't is Rangers' cash
How can you sing the f*cking sash
With a name like Amoruso.

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David wisnae a happy man
He's handed me a lifelong ban
I can only blame those sons of Dan
The dirty Fenian bast*rds.

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If I could only find the man
That stuck me in it I'd gie him wan
It might  have been that Neil McCann
The dirty Fenian bast*rd.

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I'm sitting here a broken man 
Although I'm still a Rangers fan
I think I'll join the Ku klux klan
Cause they're all Proddy bast*rds       

-- 
Ali McLeod