Let me tell you who I am, red-blooded American
I work 12 hour days, sweating hard for crap pay
The days are far too long. When at last the weekend comes
The pants go in the bin, and the kilt comes on again
Some days I wake up with a joyful expression
As I wrap my kilt round my waist
I latch on my sporran and pull up my stockings
A smile grows on my face
Then I’m off to the pub or the fair or the fest
A wee swing goes into each step
‘Cause I’m American born and Celtic forever
And both are truly blessed
I may never know what it means to be normal
Nor have I knowingly cared
I will dance through the streets though it makes you uncomfortable
My kilt will fly in the air. Because it’s my kilty pleasure
Yes it’s my kilty pleasure
Some say that I’m strange or call me a girl
They like to make fun of me
I blow off their jokes, because I am proud
Of my Scottish ancestry
I work 12 hour days, sweating hard for crap pay
The days are far too long. When at last the weekend comes
The pants go in the bin, and the kilt comes on again
Some days I wake up with a joyful expression
As I wrap my kilt round my waist
I latch on my sporran and pull up my stockings
A smile grows on my face
Then I’m off to the pub or the fair or the fest
A wee swing goes into each step
‘Cause I’m American born and Celtic forever
And both are truly blessed
I may never know what it means to be normal
Nor have I knowingly cared
I will dance through the streets though it makes you uncomfortable
My kilt will fly in the air. Because it’s my kilty pleasure
Yes it’s my kilty pleasure
Some say that I’m strange or call me a girl
They like to make fun of me
I blow off their jokes, because I am proud
Of my Scottish ancestry
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