On the outskirts of nowhere On the ring road to somewhere On the verge of indecision I'll always take the roundabout way Waiting on the rain For I was born with a habit From a sign The habit of a windswept thumb And the sign of the rain Rain on me! It started to rain It started to rain It started to rain It started to rain It started to rain Wide boys, wide boys, wide boys Born with hearts of Lothian Wide boys, wide boys Born with hearts of Lothian Wide boys, we were wide boys Born with hearts of Lothian These hearts of Lothian It's 6 o'clock in the tower blocks The stalagmites of culture shock And the trippers of the light fantastic, bow down, hoe down Spray their pheromones on this perfume uniform And anarchy smiles in the royal mile And we're waiting on the fly boys, sly boys, wide boys Rooting, tooting cowboys Lucky little ladies at the watering holes They'll score the Friday night goals I was born with a heart of Lothian I was born with a heart of Lothian I was born with a heart of Lothian With a heart of Lothian