Luyện nghe bài hát Spicy McHaggis Jig

I'll you a story, believe 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!

city to city, running around,

always looking for over four hundred pounds

One night at the pub, a girl his eye,

big as a house, the right size.

the broad was enormous, to the hilt,

Spicy soon noticed a in his kilt.

The delivered his best pick-up line,

to himself,

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

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

By now he saw double his drunken eyes
neither had looks or appropriate he came to his sense,
thought to himself, "At this 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 baby McHaggis months to-the-day.

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

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