Hermless

A colleague beat me to a Michael Marra tribute but I post it here nevertheless - its completely 'hermless' - play it and read it, there's never nae bother fae me, the world over could learn from some pawkie Dundee humour...
Hermless 
(Michael Marra) 

Wi' ma hand on ma hert and ma hert in ma mooth
Wi’ erms that could reach ower the sea
Ma feet micht be big but the insects are safe
They'll never get stood on by me

Hermless, hermless, There's never nae bother fae me
I ging to the libry, I tak' oot a book
And then I go hame for ma tea

I save a' the coupons that come wi' the soup
And when I have saved fifty-three
I send awa fifty, pit three in the drar
And something gets posted tae me

Hermless, hermless, There's never nae bother fae me
I dae whit I’m telt and I tidy my room,
And then I come doon for my tea

There's ane or twa lads wha I could cry my chums
They're canny and meek as can be
There's Tam wi' his pigeons, And Wull wi his mice,
And Robert McLennan and me

Hermless, hermless, There's never nae bother fae me
I ging to the libry, I tak' oot a book
And then I go hame for ma tea

Hermless, hermless, there's never nae bother fae me
Naebody’d notice that I wasnae there
If I didnae come hame for ma tea
[REPEAT]