Bagpipes-That's My Bag Songtext
von Ray Stevens

Well, blowin′ that bagpipe, that's my bag
Huffin′ and a-puffin' on my bagpipe bag
Squeezin' and a-blowin′ ′til my big fat pockets all sag
Make a sound like a train comin' over the trestle
If I blowed it any harder I could bust a blood vessel
Blowin′ that bagpipe, that, ow, that's my bag
Ready, set, gonna blow a little bit

He came over the water on a boat from Scotland
To the U.S., 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 at Vanderbilt
Easy miss, where's the dress?


Well, blowin' that bagpipe, that′s my bag
Huffin′ and a-puffin' on my bagpipe bag
Squeezin′ and a-blowin' ′til my big fat pockets all sag
Make a sound like a whistle on a big old train
If I blowed it any harder I could bust a blood vein
Blowin' that bagpipe, that, ow, that′s my bag
One, two, gonna 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
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′d cut out on the chorus of "Clare de Lune"

Well, blowin′ that bagpipe, that's my bag
Huffin′ and a-puffin' on my bagpipe bag
Squeezin′ that thing 'til my big fat pockets all sag
Make a sound like a train comin′ over the trestle
If I blowed it any harder I could bust a blood vessel
Blowin' that bagpipe, that, ow, that's my bag
Ready, set, here we go again