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, burly and strong. His were gigantic,

and so was his schlong!

From city to city, around,

always looking for chicks over four hundred

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 his best pick-up line,

to himself,

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

They got to her house and dimmed all the
Spicy was in for one hell of a night he said 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,
to himself, "At this 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 baby McHaggis nine to-the-day.

One at the pub a girl 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 his best pick-up line thought to himself,
"this is all mine" the portly young lady could stand for no more
grabbed his cojones and for the door

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