Tweedle leedle lay
tweedle leedle dumb bum tweedle dum bum
tweedle leedle dumb bum tweedle dum bum
When I was a little lad
they knew I was a fake
When I played, I played so bad
they threw me in the lake
Now I'm on the road again
try to earn a quid
So I work at local pubs
just like my granny did
Chorus:
I'm the mad mad piper
Tweedle leedle lay
My life's a mess, and I'm wearing a dress
but I'm happy anyway
I'm the mad mad piper
Tweedle leedle lay
I'm quite insane, I'm everybody's pain
but I blow it anyway
Many, many, many people
try to stop the noise
Even if they take my pipe
I do it with my voice
They might call me stupid
and you might call me mad
Take away my haggis
but I'm still a cheerful lad
Chorus*2
Tweedle leedle lay
tweedle leedle dumb bum tweedle dum bum
tweedle leedle dumb
Tweedle leedle lay
tweedle leedle dumb bum tweedle dum bum
tweedle leedle dumb
I climbed the crampian mountain
to play among the sheep
Before I even started
the sheep went for the steep
From Thurso down to Glasgow
they sent a telegram
Warning all the highlands
describing who I am
Chorus*2