Luyện nghe bài hát Spicy McHaggis Jig

I'll tell you a story, me, it's true.

A tale you best never happens to you.

Old McHaggis, how he met his fate.

You I can save, but for him too late.

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

and so was his schlong!

From to city, running around,

always for chicks over four hundred pounds

One night at the pub, a caught his eye,

big as a house, just the size.

the was enormous, stacked to the hilt,

Spicy soon noticed a in his kilt.

The piper delivered his pick-up line,

to himself,

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

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

By now he saw through his drunken eyes
neither had looks or appropriate size he to his sense,
thought to himself, "At time of night I won't find nothing else" he took off his shirt,
she lifted her skirt, pulled out his unit and stared to play she asked for a glove,
he gave her a shove, had McHaggis nine months to-the-day.

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

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