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ceann - where's your kilt lyrics

father, oh father, god rest his soul
no he’s not dead but he’s really old
father, oh father don’t act so hurt
just because your son won’t wear a skirt
maybe it’s just a generational thing
but me i need pants where my underthing swings and it sways
father’s not too happy ’bout my choice of clothes
says i’m turning my back and i’m shunning my nose
but he fought in wars and he wrestles bears
and me i get nervous in wobbly chairs
and he’s macho in ways that i can’t comprehend
so i’m confused by the message he’s trying to send when he says

if your scottish where’s your kilt
if your catholic where’s your guilt
their two traditions
one as old as time
if you want to make me proud
if you call yourself mccloud
son if you don’t wear a kilt
you’re no son of mine

he made me wear a kilt on my first day of school
ninth graders unite
boys in kilts aren’t cool
so i changed my schools and i changed my name
and sure it’s extreme
but it sure beats the shame
and i’ve spent my whole life just running away
and it’s time to admit that my name’s not jose santa fe
if your scottish where’s your kilt
if your catholic where’s your guilt
their two traditions
one as old as time
if you want to make me proud
if you call yourself mccloud
son if you don’t wear a kilt
you’re no son of mine

now that i’m older i’m getting the joy
of doing anything it takes to embarrass my boy
number one on my list of traditions to build
is to take off my pants and to put on a kilt
now the answer my friend is blowing in the wind
when i look at my dad we both a grinning a grin and we say
if your scottish where’s your kilt
if your catholic where’s your guilt
they’re two traditions
one as old as time
if you want to make me proud
if you call yourself mccloud
son if you don’t wear a kilt

you good for nothing
little b+st+rd
you’re no son of mine
you good for nothing
little b+st+rd
you’d better run and hide
you good for nothing
little b+st+rd
you’re no son of mine
you good for nothing
little b+st+rd
you’d better run and hide
you good for nothing
little b+st+rd
you’re no son of mine
you good for nothing
little b+st+rd
you’d better run and hide

- ceann lyrics

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