Alex McLeish Anthem (thanks to Bluemallon)

He’s near bald and he’s nae beautiful
And he played furr Ai-burr-deen;
And then he wuz ra man-a-gurrr
O’ a team thut wears ra green;
But then he came tae I-burr-ox
Ra Rangurrs furr tae save,
Furr evrra-buddy said thut we
Hud wan fut in ra grave.

He hud nae chance tae win ra league
But we’ll naw blame Eck furr that;
Furr we hud lost too many points
When ra boss wuz Advocaat;
But twice Eck played against ra ‘tic
And twice therr wuz a draw,
But compared tae whut hud gone before
A draw wuz re-all-y braw.

In ra league cup sem fi-nal
Eck played ra ‘tic wance mair
And a goal by Peter Lovenkrands
Made the green yins stand and stare,
But a goal from yon big Balde guy
It gave Eck’s hopes a jolt.
Though Shota missed a pen-al-tee
There wuz Bertie’s t***-durr-bolt!

Noo Eck went oan tae win that cup
When he beat ra mighty Ayr;
And next it wuz ra Scoattish cup
Oh ra victory wuz rerr!
Ra Cellick they got beat again,
Furr them a game too far!
But Eck he proved tae ev-ra-wun,
Oor man-a-gurr’s a star!