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!