When A was wee the kids would ask for ginger when they played
For that's the name they gave to every drink they ever made
There was Pepsi, Coke and Vimto, Ginger Beer and Lemonade
But when they asked me "whit d'ye want" This is what A said
Irn Bru, Irn Bru
Built ye up, when ye grew
Its the only thing to do
Drink
Irn Bru, Irn Bru, Irn Bru, Irn Bru
When yer aulder its a different kind o drink ye want to sip
Ye'll settle for a pint or three and finish wi a nip
When ye wake up in the morning and yer face is turning green
Ye need the greatest pick me up the world has ever seen
Irn Bru, Irn Bru
Picks ye up, when yer foo
Its the only thing to do
Drink
Irn Bru, Irn Bru, Irn Bru, Irn Bru
And when yer in the twilight years, an' getting auld an' grey
Some folk wull eat an aipple juist to keep the doc away
They say the tune is sweeter on an aulder violin
An a wee bit amber nectar gets ye jumpin' oot yer skin
Irn Bru, Irn Bru
Makes ye feel, brand new
Its the only thing to do
Take a swig, dance a jig any time ye like
On a train, in a plane, even on yer bike
Its hard ti beat, it tastes as sweet Scotland when they score
Its in the veins o Hampden when the Tartan Army roar
Irn Bru, Irn Bru
Built ye up, when ye grew
Its the only thing to do
Drink
Irn Bru, Irn Bru
Picks ye up, when yer foo
Its the only thing to do
Drink
Irn Bru, Irn Bru
Makes ye feel, brand new
Its the only thing to do
Drink
Irn Bru, Irn Bru, Irn Bru, Irn Bru
Irn Bru, Irn Bru, Irn Bru, Irn Bru