You can keep yer total football and yer windmills and yer clogs
And stick yer edam up yer arse, cause scottish cheddar rocks
The red light district will be fun, i’ll whizz round on ma bike
Just so you cannae catch me…
With ma finger in a dyke

Heedrum Ho… Heedrum Hey … We’re going to Africa

We hammered you in oslo, kenny miller scored a brace
Yer donkey-like defenders couldnae match him for his pace
We’ll score with the norwegian burds,we surely canney fail
I just remembered last time…..
When I think I saved a whale

Heedrum Ho… Heedrum Hey … We’re going to Africa

You’ve never seen the likes of us in macedonia
A bunch of hairy arsed scotsmen fae caledonia
You got your independence but you’ll never feel really free
Til you’ve lifted up yer kilt…
When you’re bursting for a pee

Heedrum Ho… Heedrum Hey … We’re going to Africa

And so again to reykjavik, the land of fire and ice
We’re here for deep fried puffin, served with broon sauce, awfy nice
At five quid for a pint of beer, my thirst just may diminish
But just like magnus magnusson…
I’ve started so I’ll finish

Heedrum Ho… Heedrum Hey … We’re going to Africa

With faddy, fletch and fergie we can make it to capetown
In goals we’ve craigie gordon and in midfield scotty brown
We’ve proved that we can beat the best, that much we have shown
South Africa will hear the noise…
When we’re coming down the road

Heedrum Ho… Heedrum Hey … We’re going to Africa
Heedrum Ho… Heedrum Hey … We’re going to Africa