You Make Me Wish I Was Scottish

You make me wish I was Scottish,
You make me ashamed that I’m not,
You make me a fan of your politics,
In the face of MPs time forgot.

You’re making me dream about Paisley,
And of living in Renfrewshire South,
You’ve added excitement to Westminster,
With the words that come out of your mouth.

For too long I’ve supported Labour
by default — I just always did,
I figured it better than Tory,
Even when my opinions had slid.

I wasn’t exactly a Millifan,
But at Dave’s feet I could never fall,
I wanted a world full of socialists,
Away from this right-wing drawl.

Then one night I turned to my Telly,
And I happened upon a debate,
With a little-known woman called Sturgeon,
And suddenly things seemed more great.

At that point I thought about Scotland,
And thought about how you had hope,
While I wept silent tears for England,
Fearing Nigel might get too much rope.

May came and went and the lines were redrawn,
And in Westminster we all got you,
Not just one of Nicola’s brave new recruits,
But something exciting and new.

Now you make me wish I was Scottish,
I wish I had hope and not hate,
Because these green green fields of England,
Are leaving me rather Irate.

Don’t think that I hate my country,
I’ve no problem with kinsman or clan,
I just like to think there’s a better way,
A new hope, a new start, a plan.