The Bagpipe Menace of Oxford.

THE BAGPIPE MENACE OF OXFORD

There's a caterwaul 'pon me
The Orientals cannot fathom
The locals too
What is this gasping and
Wheezing called music
The Africans are sweet and
Rosy by comparison
Why can't Zimbabwe be Scotland?
They would sort out
Old Ebagum
The cold would probably get him
And if this piper wasn't dragged off
And fucked by deranged Apes
Within ten minutes of starting his
Stertorous Haggis whinging
I'd eat my sporran
That'd teach him to wear a kilt
In the bush
There's no accounting for
Simian taste in music