Lyrics

[Verse 1 – chanted, steady drum beat under bagpipes]
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Rise wi' the sun, feel the fire in yer bones
Get that Scott’s in yer bowl, make yersel’ feel at home
Greek yogurt swirlin’, like clouds in the glen
Blueberries burstin’, aye, again and again


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[Pre-Chorus – marching drums kick in]
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Spoon o’ honey, gold fae the hive
Powerin’ warriors, bringin’ us alive
This ain’t just brekkie — it’s pride in a pan
Scott’s porridge oats — made for the clan!


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[Chorus – full pipes, voices rising]
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It’s porridge, pal — thick an’ braw
From the hills o’ Fife tae yer very last straw
If it’s no Scott’s — dinnae even start
You’ve every right to do yer dinger, straight fae the heart!

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With yogurt, berries, and honey divine
Scott’s in ma belly — now I feel fine
It’s the true taste o’ Scotland — strong, proud, bold
Fuel for the brave, young, fierce and old!


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[Outro – pipes echo, slow fade]
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So grab yer oats and stir wi’ care…
Yer Highland heart begins right there…
Scott’s Porridge Oats — it’s no just food…
It’s a feeeeeelin’.