Scotch finger.

Scotch finger
he’s the man, the man
with the Arnott’s touch.
An Arnott’s touch.

Forget about Marie, Granita,
Coffee, and Delta creams:
It’s Scotch finger,
he’s the man, the man
with the Arnott’s touch.
An Arnott’s touch.

He doesn’t share
with just anyone
he has tea with
only his Mum,
and he never leaves
any crumbs,
not any crumbs.

He’s Scotch finger
leaving a taste
you’ll never, ever
forget.
An Arnott’s touch.

Now give me
a malt whiskey.