Ray Stevens - Bagpipes - That's My Bag lyrics
[Ray Stevens - Bagpipes - That's My Bag lyrics]
Well, blowin' that bagpipe, that's my bag
Hu huffin' and a-puffin' on my bagpipe bag
Wheezin' and a-blowin' 'til my big
Fat floppy jowls sag
Make it sound like a train
Comin' over the trestle
If I blowed it any harder
I could bust a blood vessel
Blowin' that bagpipe bag - ow! That's my bag
Ready, set, gonna blow a little bit
He came over the water on
A boat from Scotland
To the US, started him a rock and roll band
Playin' for picnics, parties
Cookouts and parades
He'd stand on the bandstand in
His red plaid kilt groovin' on his bag
How the melody would lilt
Played up at Harvard and down in Vanderbilt
He's a mess, huh huh, wears a dress
Well, blowin' that bagpipe, that's my bag
Hu huffin' and a-puffin' on my bagpipe bag
Wheezin' and a-blowin' 'til my big
Fat floppy jowls sag
Make it sound like the whistle
On a big ol' train
If I blowed it any harder
I could bust a blood vein
Blowin' that bagpipe bag - ow! That's my bag
One, two gon' blow some for you
Well, his name was Patrick Alfred Muldoon
Never got up 'til it was
Late in the afternoon
Practiced all night you hum it
He could play it any tune, yeah
And he'd blow up flat tires to
Keep his lungs in shape
And his face would turn purple
Like a big fat grape
Ev'ry time he cut out on the
Chorus of "Claire de Lune"
Well, blowin' that bagpipe, that's my bag
Hu huffin' and a-puffin' on my bagpipe bag
Wheezin' that thing 'til my big
Fat floppy jowls sag
Make it sound like a train
Comin' over the trestle
If I blowed it any harder, I
Could bust a blood vessel, huh
Blowin' that bagpipe bag - ow! That's my bag
Ready, set here we go again!
Hu huffin' and a-puffin' on my bagpipe bag
Wheezin' and a-blowin' 'til my big
Fat floppy jowls sag
Make it sound like a train
Comin' over the trestle
If I blowed it any harder
I could bust a blood vessel
Blowin' that bagpipe bag - ow! That's my bag
Ready, set, gonna blow a little bit
He came over the water on
A boat from Scotland
To the US, started him a rock and roll band
Playin' for picnics, parties
Cookouts and parades
He'd stand on the bandstand in
His red plaid kilt groovin' on his bag
How the melody would lilt
Played up at Harvard and down in Vanderbilt
He's a mess, huh huh, wears a dress
Well, blowin' that bagpipe, that's my bag
Hu huffin' and a-puffin' on my bagpipe bag
Wheezin' and a-blowin' 'til my big
Fat floppy jowls sag
Make it sound like the whistle
On a big ol' train
If I blowed it any harder
I could bust a blood vein
Blowin' that bagpipe bag - ow! That's my bag
One, two gon' blow some for you
Well, his name was Patrick Alfred Muldoon
Never got up 'til it was
Late in the afternoon
Practiced all night you hum it
He could play it any tune, yeah
And he'd blow up flat tires to
Keep his lungs in shape
And his face would turn purple
Like a big fat grape
Ev'ry time he cut out on the
Chorus of "Claire de Lune"
Well, blowin' that bagpipe, that's my bag
Hu huffin' and a-puffin' on my bagpipe bag
Wheezin' that thing 'til my big
Fat floppy jowls sag
Make it sound like a train
Comin' over the trestle
If I blowed it any harder, I
Could bust a blood vessel, huh
Blowin' that bagpipe bag - ow! That's my bag
Ready, set here we go again!