Crua Chan (En Vivo)

(Stop sweating!)

It was seven hundred and forty-five

The highland spirit was still alive

Mac Donald and Mac Farland there

Were gonna cut England's hair

Singing Fe-Fa-Fo-Fu!

I smell the blood of a Englishman

Fe-Fa-Fo-Fu!

Come on London, here we come

We went down through Scotland's walls

Throught the borders, throught the doors

Fighting all the way

No one's getting in each ways

Singing!

Fe-Fa-Fo-Fu!

I smell the blood of a Englishman

Fe-Fa-Fo-Fu!

Come on London, here we come

(Come on! shoot me!)

We came down to a shanty town

We found the red coats all around

Mac Farland and Mac Donald there

And simple men where many there

Who said

Fe-Fa-Fo-Fu!

I smell the blood of a Scotsman

Fe-Fa-Fo-Fu!

Come on Highlands, here we come