Luyện nghe bài hát Spicy McHaggis Jig

I'll you a story, believe me, it's 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 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 was enormous, stacked to the hilt,

Spicy soon a bulge in his kilt.

The piper delivered his pick-up line,

to himself,

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

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

By now he saw through his drunken eyes
had looks or appropriate size he came to his sense,
thought to himself, "At this time of night I won't find 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 baby McHaggis nine to-the-day.

One at the pub a girl caught his eye big as a house,
the right size the broad 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 lady could stand for no
his cojones and went for the door

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