Hoot Man - Bob Hope, Bing Crosby

The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th\nHoot Mon, out o' my way, who do you think you are\nIt’s the toe o' my boot, Mon, if you push too far\nHoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birth\nThe seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th\n(Who can play the drums, is there a piper in the town)\n(Have them put their kilts on and come right down)\nBING:\nAh, you brawny lads, whether you’re poor or men of wealth\nMeet me in the tavern to drink my health\nBOB:\nOh, who’s that standing in my path (BING: Stand clear!)\nArrgghh, don’t ya know you’re face to face with Robbie McMath\n(BING: Robbie McMath)\nBOTH:\nOh, Hoot Mon, out o' my way, who do you think you are\nIt’s the toe o' my boot, Mon, if you push too far\nHoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birth\nThe seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th\nBING:\nI flung Kilcallan and touted McAllan and pretty near crippled McQueen\nBOB:\nMcDuff used to hide, but I beat up McBride and I belted up Barney\nMcDean\nBOTH:\nMcGraw and McGregor looked worse than a beggar and had to go home for\na bath\nYou’ll never look nobby by makin' a hobby of sparrin' with Robbie\nMcMath\nBOTH:\nOh, Hoot Mon, out o' my way, who do you think you are\nIt’s the toe o' my boot, Mon, if you push too far\nHoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birth\nThe seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th\nSPOKEN:\nBOB: Say, Haggis\nBING: What is it, McMaggis?\nBOB: Where are you from, Laddie?\nBING: I’m from Briarcliff-On-The-Heather. It’s the station right\nafter Thistle -On-The-Doon. Where are you from, Laddie?\nBOB: I’m from Bristles-On-The-Thigh. It comes right after Shaving-On-\nThe-Thigh.\nBOTH:\nOh, Hoot Mon, out o' my way, who do you think you are\nIt’s the toe o' my boot, Mon, if you push too far\nHoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birth\nThe seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th