Luyện nghe bài hát Spicy McHaggis Jig

I'll tell you a story, believe me, true.

A tale you best hope never to you.

Old McHaggis, how he met his fate.

You I can save, but for him too late.

Spicy was big, burly and strong. His pipes gigantic,

and so was his schlong!

From city to city, around,

looking for chicks over four hundred pounds

One at the pub, a girl caught his eye,

big as a house, just the size.

the was enormous, stacked to the hilt,

Spicy noticed a bulge in his kilt.

The piper delivered his pick-up line,

to himself,

"this beast is all mine" the portly lady could stand for no more
grabbed his cojones and went for the

They got to her house and all the lights
Spicy was in for one hell of a night he said that he her,
always be true "But Mr. McHaggis, I've only just met you!!"

By now he saw through his drunken eyes
neither had or appropriate size he came to his sense,
thought to himself, "At this time of night I find nothing else" he took off his shirt,
she lifted her skirt, they pulled out his unit and stared to play she for a glove,
he gave her a shove, had McHaggis nine months to-the-day.

One night at the pub a caught his eye big as a house,
just the size the broad was enormous,
to the hilt spicy soon noticed a bulge in his kilt
the delivered his best pick-up line thought to himself,
"this beast is all mine" the portly young could stand for no more
grabbed his cojones and for the door

Three packs a day, he'll smoke 'til he Spicy McHaggis, one hell of a guy!