Every Sunday morning, I'm walking to the butcher shop I know that they are ready, my day 's gonna be top! Hearts, lungs and onions, they are already cooked I'm waiting for my haggis, I hope that they have enough. But there is one problem, I thought I'd never see I've got maggots in my haggis, and this is hell for me! I've got maggots in my haggis I thought I'd would never see Maggots in my haggis And this is hell for me! I've got maggots in my haggis I thought I'd would never see Maggots in my haggis And this is hell for me! My best friend would come over To show me his new wife We started with a Guinness, all by the clock of five. The tatties and the neaps, are ready to be served I'm gonna cut it open, wish that I won't get hurt. But there is one problem, I thought I'd never see I've got maggots in my haggis, and this is hell for me! I've got maggots in my haggis I thought I'd would never see Maggots in my haggis And this is hell for me! I've got maggots in my haggis I thought I'd would never see Maggots in my haggis And this is hell for me! But there is one problem, I thought I'd never see I've got maggots in my haggis, and this is hell for me! I've got maggots in my haggis And this is hell for me!