Tim had a bit of a tipplin' way with a love for the liquor Tim was born
And to help him on with his work each day he'd a drop of the cray-thur every morn
All cray-thurs great and small
wee, ferlie, skitterin' one
Wee, sleekit, cowrin', tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!
..................Rock Opera
Ain't nobody loves me but my mama
An' you know, she could be jivin' too . . .
Ooh my mama loves me
She loves me
She gets down on her knees and hugs me
She loves me like a rock
Rocks me like the Rock of Ages and loves me
