Wide boys, wide boys, wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian

Wide boys, we were wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian

Wide boys, we were wide boys, these hearts of Lothian



It's six o'clock in the tower blocks

Stalagmites of culture shock

And the trippers of the light fantastic, bow down, hoe-down

Spray their pheromones on this perfume uniform



And anarchy smiles in the Royal Mile

And they're waiting on the slyboys, flyboys, wideboys

Rooting, tooting cowboys

Lucky little ladies at the watering holes

They'll score the Friday night goals



I was born with a heart of Lothian

I was born with a heart of Lothian

With a heart of Lothian



I was born with a heart of Lothian, with a heart of Lothian.



II. Curtain Call



And the man from the magazine, wants another shot of you all curled up

'Cos you look like an actor in a movie shot.

But you're feeling like a wino in a parking lot

How did I get in here anyway?

Do we really need a playback of the show?

'Cos the wideboys want to head for the watering holes



Let's go



And the man in the mirror has sad eyes