Twas doon by the Inch o' Abbots
Oor Johnny walked one day
When he saw a sicht that troubled him
Far more than he could say
A fanatic Muslim bastar'
Wiz doin what he'd planned
And intae Glesga's departure hall
A Cherokee he'd rammed
A big Glaswegian polis
Came forward tae assist
He thocht “a wumman driver”
Or at least someone half-pissed
But to his shock nae drunken Jock
Emerged to grasp his hand
But a flamin Arab loony
Frae Al Qaeda's band
The mad Islamist nut-case
Had set hissel' on fire
And swung oot at the polis
GBH his clear desire
Now thats no richt wur Johnny cried
And sallied to the fray
A left hook and a heid butt
Required tae save the day
Now listen up Bin Laden
Yir sort's nae wanted here
For imported English radicals
Us Scotsmen huv nae fear
Oor hame grown Glesca Asians
Will have nae bloody truck
So tak yer worldwide Jihad
An get yerself tae F***