Lyrics Hoot Man - Bing Crosby , Bob Hope

The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Purr
Hoot man, out of my way, who do you think you are?
It's the toe of my boot, mon, if you push too far
Hoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birth
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Purr

Who can play the drums? Is there a piper in the town?
Have them put their kilts on and come right down
Ah, you brawny lads, whether you're poor or men of wealth
Meet me in the tavern to drink my health

Oh, who's that standing in my path?
Argh, don't you know you're face to face with Robbie McMath? Robbie McMath

Oh, hoot mon, out of my way, who do you think you are?
It's the toe of my boot, mon, if you push too far
Hoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birth
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Purr

I flunked Kilgallen and touted McGallan and pretty near crippled McQueen
McDuff used to hide, but I beat up McBride and I belted up Barney McDean
McGraw and McGregor looked worse than a beggar and had to go home for a bath
You'll never look nobby by makin' a hobby of sparrin' with Robbie McMath

Oh, hoot mon, out of my way, who do you think you are?
It's the toe of my boot, mon, if you push too far
Hoot mon, this is the day I celebrate my birth
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Purr

Say, Haggis
What is it, McMaggus?
Where are you from, Laddie?
I'm from Briarcliff-on-the-Heather
It's the station right after Thistle-On-The-Dune
Where are you from, Laddie?
I'm from Bristles-on-the-Thigh, it comes right after shaving on the leg

Oh, hoot mon, out of my way, who do you think you are?
It's the toe of my boot, mon, if you push too far
Hoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birth
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Purr