bagpipes - that's my bag

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"