Ma Burfday
Another wee Scots wan
(new phone for birthday - audio wouldn't load and voice recoder on page always sounds so deep. So thought... naw!)
Ah'm fifty five, Ah'm still aliveWit a great day it is tae be meAh'm stiff an' sairCanny get up aff the flairAn' ah creak like a door wae ma kneesMa hairs gaun greyWae a new strand each day That's grey whaur it used tae be broonAn' if ah mak the stairsIt's cos ah said ma prayersThat ah get up themBut ah canny get doonFur when ah sit a while Ah've got this styleThat taks me a while tae shake affAh'm stiff as a boardCanny move o' guid lordAn' tryin' tae walk will gie ye a laughI wobble an' swayAn' then ah wull say"Oh ma back, it is gein me jip" Ma leg drags behin'An' ah'm sure ye will fin'Ah probably need a new hipMa burfday suit does nae fit ony mairO'er the years ah'd tae let it ootAn' noo when ah see itAh canny believe itIt's the same auld burfday suitThings ur startin' shift An' ah'm a bit miffedThat some hings ur headin' southAn' will continue tae droop An' ma back it will stoopSo ah'v heard through word o' mouthThe connels on cakeBlawin oots gauny takeA lot mair o' ma win'An' the risk that comes wae itAn surely will dae itWill probably depairt fae both endsBut it is wance a yearAn' it does bring me cheerTae celebrate wae family an' freensAn' efter it's o'erWell, ye can be sureAh'll ne'er fit in tae ma jeans!