Lyrics

The night we came to Wigtown
(Scotland’s famous Book Town),
Looking for a concert,
Well, how else would we find it?
We played in the shop
And we never wanted to stop.
Then came down the teas
And we sold a bunch of CDs.

The night we came to Wigtown
(Scotland’s famous Book Town).
Everybody’s in town,
Adrian’s up from London.
Bottles started opening,
Birthdays we were toasting.
A good excuse as any to celebrate.

The night we came to Wigtown
(Scotland’s famous Book Town)
Candles lit for supper
So, we headed up the
Stairs to Shaun’s kitchen
Table, we were eating.
Out comes the banjo
And H.A. Manhood.
Red wine it was flowing,
Drinking to the morning,
Singing silly songs and
Dancing in our long johns.

Ooooh, it feels like home.
We don’t want to go.

The night we came to Wigtown
(Scotland’s famous Book Town),
While Shaun was snoring,
We started exploring,
Looking through the books,
Horney Shaun’s shelf of porn, he
Say’s it’s for his punters, but you
Can’t help but wonders.

Discovering the train sets,
Underneath the carpets.
Harmonies and cartwheels
To beds in the pulpits.
Stumbling and giggling,
Sleeping Shaun is dribbling.
Everyone was very wasted.

Oooh, it feels like home.
We don’t want to go.

It was a very fun day
But not wise for a Sunday.
We slept in for two days
While Shaun got up on Monday.
He opened up the shop
And he wrote in his diary.
Some things he forgot, they just
Slipped out his memory.

Then his book got bought
So, now he’s an author
But our entry is too short
And we think that we ought to
Explain to everyone
What really went on
While Shaun was asleep
And snoring.
The night we came to Wigtown
(Scotland’s famous Book Town).
Now we’ve moved to Wigtown
So now we can expose him.