Scotland World Cup

Yeah!

Scotland in the building!

Tartan Army worldwide!

World Cup time, let’s go!

Blue on the shirt, pride in the veins,

Whole country’s buzzing, feel it in the rain,

From Glasgow streets to the Highland hills,

Got a nation full of heart and a hunger for thrills.

Everybody doubted, said we’d never arrive,

Now we’re stepping on the stage and we’re feeling alive,

Flag on the shoulder, lion in the soul,

One dream, one team, one ultimate goal.

We don’t back down, we don’t break,

Got history behind us and a future to make,

Every pass, every tackle, every run, every fight,

Scotland’s coming through and we’re lighting up the night.

Hey!

Tartan Army, make some noise!

Hey!

We ain’t playing with the boys!

Hey!

From the North Sea to the globe,

Scotland got the world singing whoa-oh-oh!

Whoa-oh-oh!

Raise that flag up high!

Whoa-oh-oh!

Blue against the sky!

Whoa-oh-oh!

Tell the whole world why—

Scotland’s here and we’re aiming for the prize!

Got the bagpipes ringing while the bass line drops,

Every pub, every square, everybody’s on top,

Got the passion, got the fire, got the dream in sight,

Got a million Scottish voices shouting through the night.

No fear when we’re facing the best,

Got courage in the heart and the badge on the chest,

When the whistle blows, watch the world stand still,

’Cause nobody matches a Scottish will.

We’re united, every city, every town,

If one of us rises, then we all wear the crown,

From the first kick-off to the final scene,

We’re carrying the hopes of a nation on a team.

Hey!

Tartan Army, make some noise!

Hey!

We ain’t playing with the boys!

Hey!

From the North Sea to the globe,

Scotland got the world singing whoa-oh-oh!

Scot-land! Scot-land!

Hands up in the sky!

Scot-land! Scot-land!

Never say die!

Scot-land! Scot-land!

Hear the battle cry!

World Cup dreams—

We’re coming, aye