Late Night Fun

My grandmother's grandmother came off the boat from Glasgow. So I guess it's a point of ancestral douchebagery that the only late night talk show I watch is Craig Ferguson, who was born in Glasgow and raised in Cumbernauld. Next week, he's taking the show to Scotland, here's the promo:
Yeah, you can bet your sweet ass I'll watch... (maybe I'll even put them on the blog...)
Why do I mention it? Well, the song sticks in your head...
So for those as susceptible to earworms as I am, here's the complete song, with lyrics...

I was looking outside my window fourteen leaves fall from a willow,
can't do much more, can't do much less today.

Coloured fountains ripple even, spill into the rainbows pot,
I'm an Imagineer I see as I say.

And it's cold enough, cold enough today, it's colder than I've ever known, never known it any other way.

Imaginary of the fictionary, visions fleeting, momentary.
Fantasia spells echoing in my eyes.

Falling farthings from the sixties, a pointed hat, pack of pixies.
I'm an Imagineer I see as I say.
I'm an Imagineer I see as I say!

And it's cold enough, cold enough today, it's colder than I've ever known, never know it any other way.
And it's cold enough, cold enough today, it's colder than I've ever known, never know it any other way.

I've been having dreams while I'm awake, about the rhythm and the children and the melody that played.
It leaves you cold, when they're all away. And the waterfall is running dry today.

And it's cold enough, cold enough today... Colder than I've ever known!... any other way.
Now I know enough, cause I'm old enough and I'm bold enough to say, I'm an Imagineer I see as I say.