 Well, a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair. And one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share. He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet. Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street. Ring-ding-diddle-iddle-i-dee-oh, ring-di-diddle-dee-i-oh. He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.