Down with trousers of denim and leather,
Give me a kilt the colour of heather.
The lassies will flock from miles all around
In awe of the freedom and style that I've found.
They'll coo and they'll smile as their hearts go pitterpatter.
The poor wee things won't know what is the matter.
I'll just grin and leave before their hearts wilt
Knowing I possess the POWER of the KILT!!