I could tell the meaning of a word like serene
   I got some 'O' Grades when I was sixteen
   I can tell the difference between magarine and butter
   I can say "Saskatchewan" without starting to stutter
  
   But I can't understand why we let someone else rule our land
   We're Cap in Hand
  
   I could get a broken jaw from being in a fight
   I know its evening when day turns to night
   I can understand why Stranraer lie so lowly
   They could save a lot of points by signing Hibs Goalie
  
   But I can't understand why we let someone else rule our land
   We're Cap in Hand
  
   We fight - when they ask us
   We boast - then we cower
   We beg
   For a piece of
   Whats already ours
  
   Once I thought I could make God a bribe
   So I said I was in his lost tribe
   Getting handouts can be so frustrating
   "Get in line son, there's five million waiting"
  
   I can't understand why you let someone else rule your land
   You're Cap In Hand.