Because ... Because I have Scottish lips You think you can tell me you love me Because I have Scottish lips You are listening hard to your glands Because I have Scottish lips You are dancing a fling in your knickers Your love for my Scottish lips Knows no bounds It's the love that is known The love that is known to baboons Don't love me for my Scottish lips But my truffles and my baklava Grilled eggplant, delicious mint salsa Love me for my cooking! Don't be stupid, I'm joking I'm only joking Get lost if you tell me you love me When it's all for my Scottish lips Why don't you tell me you love me for stuff That's a bit more important than this? Tell me you love me in spirit Tell me you love me in soul Or you love me in mind Even if it's a lie And when I reply Look me deep in the eye Or at least try to look the other way Just make sure your gaze never slips Down to my Scottish lips