Whilst walkeen down the street today in sanny Invarness
I stambled on a baker's shop whose menu duhd ampress
I wandered in and ordered, then the weetrass said to me
"There's yer bah'ered scones, jawm donahts an' yer cap o' tea."
Now had I crossed the ruhver and gone to the West End Chapper
I could have bough' a con uv Coke and a fine Block Poodeen Sapper
That is, of course if I could stond the teedyass strang of text
"Ya wan'een sol' an' vanagar? Eny'heen else? Two-eigh'y! NEXT!"
A wander over by the Haugh down to the Bellfield Pork
Where local tennas players proctas strokes from dawn 'til dork
These days, their treenurs cost the earth, the soles have rabber sackers
In my day lads wore plamsoles, and the girls - punk, frully knuckers
So there you go, my tale of woe it really is a putty
That we should change what was 'the town' into a flameen sutty
We should dispel that age-old rumour, source of endless anguish
When people say we are "Best speakers of the Unglash longwudge".............Rite enufff