Wellies they are wonderful,
oh wellies they are swell,
Cause they keep oot the water,
an’ they keep in the smell,
An’ when yer sittin in a room,
you can always tell,
When some bugger takes off his wellies.

If it wasna for your wellies
where would you be?
You’d be in the hospital or infirmary,
Cause you would have a dose of the flu
or even pluracy,
If you didna have your feet in your wellies!

But when yer oot walking,
in the country way about
An yer strolling over fields
just like a fairmer’s herd.
And somebody shouts “Keep aff the grass,”
and you think “How absurd;”
And, squelch, you find why fairmers a’ wear wellies.

There’s fishermen and firemen,
there’s farmers an a’,
Men oot digging ditches an’
working in the snaw;
This country it would grind tae a halt
and no’ a thing would graw
If it wasna for the workers in their wellies.

Noo Edward Heath and Wilson,
they havna made a hit,
They’re ruining this country,
mair than just a bit,
If they keep on the way they are goin’,
we’ll all be in the shit,
So you’d be’er ge(t) your feet in your wellies.