| Well, blowin' that bagpipe, that’s my bag
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| Hu-huffin' and a-puffin' on my bagpipe bag
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| Wheezin' and a-blowin' 'til my big fat floppy jowls sag
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| Make it sound like a train comin' over the trestle
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| If I blowed it any harder, I could bust a blood vessel
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| Blowin' that bagpipe bag -- OW! |
| That’s my bag
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| Ready, set, gonna blow a little bit…
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| (vocal bagpipe break)
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| He came over the water on a boat from Scotland
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| To the U. S., started him a rock and roll band
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| Playin' for picnics, parties, cookouts and parades
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| He’d stand on the bandstand in his red plaid kilt
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| Groovin' on his bag, how the melody would lilt
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| Played up at Harvard and down in Vanderbilt
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| He’s a mess, huh huh, wears a dress
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| Well, blowin' that bagpipe, that’s my bag
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| Hu-huffin' and a-puffin' on my bagpipe bag
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| Wheezin' and a-blowin' 'til my big fat floppy jowls sag
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| Make it sound like the whistle on a big ol' train
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| If I blowed it any harder, I could bust a blood vein
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| Blowin' that bagpipe bag -- OW! |
| That’s my bag
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| One, two… gon' blow some for you
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| (vocal bagpipe solo)
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| Well, his name was Patrick Alfred Muldoon
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| Never got up 'til it was late in the afternoon
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| Practiced all night… you hum it, he could play it,
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| Any tune, yeah
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| And he’d blow up flat tires to keep his lungs in shape
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| And his face would turn purple like a big fat grape
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| Ev’ry time he cut out on the chorus of «Claire de Lune»
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| Well, blowin' that bagpipe, that’s my bag
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| Hu-huffin' and a-puffin' on my bagpipe bag
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| Wheezin' that thing 'til my big fat floppy jowls sag
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| Make it sound like a train comin' over the trestle
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| If I blowed it any harder, I could bust a blood vessel, huh
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| Blowin' that bagpipe bag -- OW! |
| That’s my bag
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| Ready, set… here we go again!
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| (Vocal bagpipe outro) |