Hoot Mon - Bob Hope/Bing Crosby (平克·劳斯)
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
Bing：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
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
