Shy Deer Steppes choose your future

I fully blame my medicine for this rendition of "Fat Bottom Girls."

He scampered to follow, glad for the company. Then she asked for a song! And of course he would oblige.

Oi, this be a song fram me own hart, miss! It helped his keepers were fans of certain classic rock records, as Cormag could recite such things well as a result:

Ah wis juist a skinny-malinky lad
never knew boggin' fae bad,
but ah knew loue afore ah left mah nursery!

Left alone wi' muckle pie-eater fanny
she wis sic a naughty nanny -
hey muckle wifie, ye made a naughty wee jimmy oot o' me!

A've bin singing wi' mah band,
across th' cooncil juice, o'er th' land!

I've seen ilka blue clocked floozy oan th' way
but thair beauty 'n' thair style
went kind o' smooth efter a while,

take me tae thaim naughty lassies ilka time!

oh, wilnae ye tak' me hame tonight!

oh, doon beside yer rid fire light!

oh, 'n' ye gie it a' ye got fat-bottomed girls ye mak' th' rocking world gang round,

fat-bottomed girls ye mak' th' rocking world gang round!

A few times he belted with the full force of his little lungs, other times Cormag held notes too long or let the tremble of the sound vibrato too long; in the end he was out of breath but pleased with himself.

That, dear lassy, wis a rendition fit fur a queen!