Vive La France

Author: Martin Neish/Stuart Logan

Vive La France

From the club sides of Scotland from the green and the blue,
Under one flag all part of the same crew,
From the Highlands and the Lowlands from all over they came,
Even the Tartan Navy was moored on the Seine.
The world’s best behaved fans we danced in the sun,
Brazil took the points and we all had fun,
All through the night the party went on,
The Parisians could here the World Cup had begun.


Vive la France sing the Marseillaise,
Swinging ‘oor kilts along the Champs Elysée,
Ooh, la, la let’s go to St Denis,
In the Stade de France for the world to see.


Bonjour to Bordeaux ’’Comment t’aller vous’’,
You better come to our party before it comes to you,
There was singing and dancing ‘neath the Aquitaine sun,
Thousands of fans were just having some fun.
Songs round the fountains the notes spiralled high,
Lion Rampants and Saltires hoisted to the sky,
Surrounded by friends who shared the same dream,
In the colours of Scotland we’re all part of the team.

Vive la France sing the Marseillaise,
Swinging ‘oor kilts along the Champs Elysée,
Ooh, la, la let’s go to St Denis,
In the Stade de France for the world to see.

It’s a wonderful life when you’re far, far away,
Sunny memories to keep for a rainy day,
Oh Paris, Bordeaux and St Etienne,
When will we see your likes again.
Now we’re on the trail with a glint in our eyes,
Just maybe this time we’ll give them a surprise,
We’ll sing our songs again and dance together,
“Ca va nos amies” we’ve relit the heather.

Vive la France sing the Marseillaise,
Swinging ‘oor kilts along the Champs Elysée,
Ooh, la, la let’s go to St Denis,
In the Stade de France for the world to see.