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, burly and strong. His were gigantic,

and so was his schlong!

From to city, running around,

always looking for chicks over four pounds

One night at the pub, a caught his eye,

big as a house, the right size.

the broad was enormous, to the hilt,

Spicy noticed a bulge 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
his cojones and went for the door

They got to her and dimmed all the lights
Spicy was in for one hell of a night he that he loved 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,
to himself, "At this time of night I won't find nothing else" he took off his shirt,
she lifted her skirt, they pulled out his unit and stared to 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,
the right size the broad was enormous,
stacked to the hilt soon noticed a bulge in his kilt
the piper delivered his best pick-up line to himself,
"this beast is all mine" the portly young lady could for no more
his cojones and went for the door

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