Luyện nghe bài hát Spicy McHaggis Jig

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

A tale you best hope happens to you.

Old McHaggis, how he met his fate.

You I can save, but for him too late.

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

and so was his schlong!

From city to city, around,

always looking for chicks 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,

soon 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

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

By now he saw double through his 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 out his unit and stared to play she asked for a glove,
he her a shove, had baby McHaggis nine months to-the-day.

One at the pub a girl caught his eye big as a house,
just the right size the 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 could stand for no more
grabbed his cojones and went for the

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