On the outskirts of nowhere   On the ring road to somewhere   On the verge of indecision   I'll always take the roundabout way      Waiting on the rain   For I was born with a habit   From a sign   The habit of a windswept thumb   And the sign of the rain      Rain on me!   It started to rain   It started to rain   It started to rain   It started to rain   It started to rain      Wide boys, wide boys, wide boys   Born with hearts of Lothian   Wide boys, wide boys   Born with hearts of Lothian   Wide boys, we were wide boys   Born with hearts of Lothian   These hearts of Lothian      It's 6 o'clock in the tower blocks   The stalagmites of culture shock   And the trippers of the light fantastic, bow down, hoe down   Spray their pheromones on this perfume uniform      And anarchy smiles in the royal mile   And we're waiting on the fly boys, sly boys, wide boys   Rooting, tooting cowboys   Lucky little ladies at the watering holes   They'll score the Friday night goals      I was born with a heart of Lothian   I was born with a heart of Lothian   I was born with a heart of Lothian   With a heart of Lothian