Part of the ‘Burns in Translation’ series.
My love’s like a can of Irn-Bru
On a hungover morning in June
My love’s like the tune that the DJ plays
When the crowd chants one more tune.
As you are so fit, so I am in love
You’re tidy, sexy, toot
And I will love you still, my dear
’Til the North Sea oil runs oot.
Till the North Sea oil runs oot, my dear
And the ice caps melt due to climate change
I will love you still, my dear
’Til the apocalypse comes and zombies eat our brains.
So cheers the now, my only love
I awa to the pub to drink whisky galore
But I’ll be back tonight, my love
For I would walk five hundred miles, and I would walk five hundred more.