Sometimes being inside just gives me the creeps So i jump in my boots & get right oot on the streets With the weirdos & the bars & the noise of the city Kickin' oot the jams with the licks of the skinny Getting up & oot to where they don't make cents Where they ceilidh & the fling With their kilts on & everything They sweat & it condenses on the stone cold walls Runnin' all down the make a swamp on the floor [Chorus:] That what ye git when you get oot Getting your ass off of the couch Take a look it leaves no doubt No good to sit&pout So go on get oot&aboot Although they can try they just can't keep me in Down there in hades with the vice and the sin Practise wreckless abandon in the room starts to spin You know it won't be long before they Throw us all outta here