Tweedle leedle lay tweedle leedle dumb bum tweedle dum bum tweedle leedle dumb bum tweedle dum bum When I was a little lad they knew I was a fake When I played, I played so bad they threw me in the lake Now I'm on the road again try to earn a quid So I work at local pubs just like my granny did Chorus: I'm the mad mad piper Tweedle leedle lay My life's a mess, and I'm wearing a dress but I'm happy anyway I'm the mad mad piper Tweedle leedle lay I'm quite insane, I'm everybody's pain but I blow it anyway Many, many, many people try to stop the noise Even if they take my pipe I do it with my voice They might call me stupid and you might call me mad Take away my haggis but I'm still a cheerful lad Chorus*2 Tweedle leedle lay tweedle leedle dumb bum tweedle dum bum tweedle leedle dumb Tweedle leedle lay tweedle leedle dumb bum tweedle dum bum tweedle leedle dumb I climbed the crampian mountain to play among the sheep Before I even started the sheep went for the steep From Thurso down to Glasgow they sent a telegram Warning all the highlands describing who I am Chorus*2