(Peter Nardini / ad. Iain C. MacKintosh)
Chorus:
They say Scotland's lost its sense of humour
We don't need to worry
He isn't dead, it's just a rumour
He's up there, cookin' curry
All the laughter he created, so appreciated
We're all living under his spell
In a style never dated, much imitated
As long as there's a joke left to tell
He didn't mean us to call him a genius
'Tis a word that is often abused
But that's what he's seen as by many among us
For keeping the nation amused
And now that he's driven through the land of the livin'
And decided it's time to get off
If his sins are forgiven and he's up there in Heaven
God's in for a hell of a laugh
(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)