Lyrics:

Well, blowin that bagpipe, that's my bag
A huffin and puffin on my bagpipe bag
Squeazin and a blowin til my big, fat floppy jaws sag

Make a sound like a train comin over the tressel
If I blowd it any harder, I could bust a blook vessel
Blowin that bagpipe bag, Aww, 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 n roll band
Playin for picnics, parties, and birees.

He'd stand on the band stand in his red n black kilt
Groovin on his bag while the melody would lift
Played up at Harvard n Vanderbilt. He's a mess. Wears a dress

Well, blowin that bagpipe, that's my bag
A huffin and puffin on my bagpipe bag
Squeazin and a blowin til my big, fat floppy jaws sag

Make a sound like a train comin over the tressel
If I blowd it any harder, I could bust a blook vessel
Blowin that bagpipe bag, Aww, that's my bag.

One, twe, gonna blow some for you.

Well, his name was Patrick Alfred Muldune
Never got up til late in the afternoon.
Practice all night. You hum it. He could play it. Any tune.

He'd blow up flat tires to keep his lungs in shape.
And his face would turn purple like a big fat grape.
Every time he cut down on a chorus of 'Verdi lume.'

Well, blowin that bagpipe, that's my bag
A huffin and puffin on my bagpipe bag
Squeazin and a blowin til my big, fat floppy jaws sag

Make a sound like a train comin over the tressel
If I blowd it any harder, I could bust a blook vessel
Blowin that bagpipe bag, Aww, that's my bag.

Ready, set, here we go again.