In the sty she plied her trade,
Bit she fell in wi’ a “Bullish” blade,
An’ his name wis Dinkie Davie!
Fleas were on his curly hair,
Dirty Davie, Dinkie Davie,
His Chipalato fir tae share,
He wis her Dinkie Davie!
It’s doon by yon Oxen ford,
She had ta’en him by his word,
But he attacked her wi’ his sword,
Though he wis Her Dinkie Davie!
She thocht he wis a high-born nob,
Destined fir a high blown job,
Bit as she opened up her gob,
He proved a Dinkie Davie!
Fleas were on his curly hair,
Dirty Davie, Dinkie Davie,
His Chipalato fir tae share,
He wis her Dinkie Davie!
Her jaws clappit wi’ disgust,
No’ a man that she could trust,
His wee bits fell intae the dust,
Noo a wee’r, Dinkie Davie!
Noo he’s jined a Muppet Show,
Toads an’ Asses roon’ him flow,
Bit Piggy’s no’ alane tae know,
He’s jist a Dinkie Davie!
Fleas were on his curly hair,
Dirty Davie, Dinkie Davie,
His Chipalato fir tae share,
Hie wis her Dinkie Davie!