I'll tell you a story,
believe me it's true
a tale you'd best hope never happens to you
Old Spicy McHaggis,
how he met his fate
you I can save, but for him it's too late
Spicy was big,
burly and strong
his pipes were gigantic,
and so was his schlong
from city to city
running around
always looking for chicks over four hundred pounds
One night at the pub
a girl caught his eye
big as a house,
just the right size
the broad was enormous,
stacked to the hilt
Spicy soon noticed a bulge in his kilt
the piper delivered his best pick-up line
thought to himself,
"this beast is all mine"
the portly young lady could stand for no more
grabbed his cojones and went for the door
They got to her house
and dimmed all the lights
Spicy was in for one hell of a night
he said that he loved her,
he'd always be true
"But Mr McHaggis, I've only just met you!!"
By now he saw double
through his drunken eyes
neither had looks or appropriate size
he came to his sense,
thought 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 started to play
she asked for a glove,
he gave her a shove,
had baby McHaggis nine months to-the-day.
Spicy (x 7)
One night at the pub a girl caught his eye
big as a house,
just the right size
the broad was enormous,
stacked to the hilt
Spicy soon noticed a bulge in his kilt
the piper delivered his best pick-up line
thought to himself,
"this beast is all mine"
the portly young lady could stand for no more
grabbed his cojones and went for the door
Three packs a day,
he'll smoke 'til he dies
Spicy McHaggis,
one hell of a guy
I dont know what you lot are talking about
Who drank all my Beer
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