Irn Bru                     

© A G Brydon/ I H Scott

When A was wee the kids would ask for ginger when they played

For that's the name they gave to every drink they ever made

There was Pepsi, Coke and Vimto, Ginger Beer and Lemonade

But when they asked me “whit d’ye want” This is what A said

Irn Bru, Irn Bru

Built ye up, when ye grew

Its the only thing to do

Drink

Irn Bru, Irn Bru, Irn Bru, Irn Bru

When yer aulder its a different kind o drink ye want to sip

Ye’ll settle for a pint or three and finish wi a nip

When ye wake up in the morning and yer face is turning green

Ye need the greatest pick me up the world has ever seen

Irn Bru, Irn Bru

Picks ye up, when yer foo

Its the only thing to do

Drink

Irn Bru, Irn Bru, Irn Bru, Irn Bru

And when yer in the twilight years, an’ getting auld an’ grey

Some folk wull eat an aipple juist to keep the doc away

They say the tune is sweeter on an aulder violin

An a wee bit amber nectar gets ye jumpin’ oot yer skin

Irn Bru, Irn Bru

Makes ye feel, brand new

Its the only thing to do

Drink

Irn Bru, Irn Bru, Irn Bru, Irn Bru

Middle 8

Take a swig, dance a jig any time ye like

On a train, in a plane, even on yer bike

Its hard ti beat, it tastes as sweet Scotland when they score

Its in the veins o Hampden when the Tartan Army roar

Irn Bru,,,,,,,