The Nazis started a little ceremony once upon a time
It was a relay of the Olympic Torch, from mythical Greek times
We see the idea cottoned on, and its made its way to here
Put ye cannae put the torch oot, it’s a criminal offence ye hear?!
A wee wummin said she’d water pistol it, and got a visit by police
an OAP in Scotland had his nap disturbed by the boabies on the beat
He said he’d be protesting aboot it, in a letter to his local rag
The polis proved that they can read, and threatened him wi a tag
A Cornish man, he tried to hoist, dear old Saint Pirans Cross
But the torch guards snatched it from him, for they didnae gie a toss
They even tried to tell us that St Andrews Sky blue Saltire dear
Coulnae fly in Scotland, during this London Olympic Year!
Well, we telt them where they could stick their torch!
And we would even go and find and light the match!
They can try as they will, to say we don’t exist,
But thats another plan that the chickens cannae hatch!
Every days a new decree, which has never been the Law
We are turning into a Nazi state, where the Secret Polis have a ball
A drama group that was doing a play about the peace camp at Faslane
were visited by the Special Branch, who had been tweeting aw their names
And now they tell us that they demand, access to all our websites and domains
They want to access aw oor emails, It the British Nazi states new game
Fly the flag, line up and cheer, processions of the saluted British Bloody Jack
Aye, we can aw salute them very nicely, twa fingers front and back!