Rab Rintoul, pure mental, had this daft notion,
Bought a space pad, Scaglainne Oir in motion.
Wi' a bottle in hand, crew by his side,
Blasted to space for a wild, mental ride.
Found this top spot, where the party's raw,
Floating base, mates get what it's all for.
Looks from folk, a bit bloody confused,
Rab and crew, dancing, a right booze-fused.
Rocket fuel shots, Dublin chav bash,
Cheers to space in a mad, wild splash.
Saw their spree, oh, what a sight,
Scaglainne Oir, pure Dublin delight!
