Verse 1]
We packed up the clubs and we’re bound for the sun,
Four Veil boys, out for some fun.
Old school pals with stories to tell,
Landing in Spain, where the beers always sell.
Billy’s got charm and a cheeky wee smile,
But his swing’s gone missing by a country mile.
Won’t buy a round, but he’s buying the chat,
Looking for a señorita – imagine that!
[Chorus]
Oh, four lads, one fairway, chasing the dream,
Under the sun, we’re a golfing team.
With Rangers songs and pints in hand,
We’re the pride of the Veil, tearing up the land.
[Verse 2]
Philip stands tall, he’s the nation’s shield,
On the course, he’s a sniper in the golfing field.
Finding the pubs where the lads are bound
Holding the kitty and ordering the round
Wullie’s the king with a club or a kite,
Cornhole champ, and never off point.
Swing like a pro, aye he’s got the form,
Rippin’ it down the fairway like a Highland storm.
[Chorus]
Oh, four lads, one fairway, chasing the dream,
Under the sun, we’re a drinking team.
With Rangers songs and pints in hand,
We’re the pride of the Veil, tearing up the land.
[Bridge]
And Peter, the legend, boots to the scout,
Knows every young star that’s coming about.
Once on the pitch, now he’s reading the game,
Left sitting at the pool - now aint that a shame
[Verse 3]
The nights are long and the stories are bold,
From Ibrox to Spain, the memories gold.
Billy’s still flirty, with suncream and charm,
Swing’s still shocking – but he means no harm!
[Chorus]
Oh, four lads, one fairway, chasing the dream,
Under the sun, we’re a drinking team.
With Rangers songs and pints in hand,
We’re the pride of the Veil, tearing up the land.
[Outro]
So here’s to the laughs and the games we play,
Four mates forever, come what may.
From the course to the bar, wherever we roam,
With the Gers in our hearts — we’re never alone.
