Lyrics - The Macs Are Back In Town
Jings crivvens help ma boab they’re back in town today
So lock up all your grannies until they go away
They don’t improve with age, they’re sharp, flat and loud
It’s amazing that they’re still alive, their doctors must be very proud
I don’t know why we bring them back, I don’t know why they come
I’ve seen the money they play for, they’d be better off at home
Send them to Denmark send them to Spain
Send them bloody anywhere but never here again
They say they’ve got new songs but they’ve never really changed
Self-indulgent harmonies....over-arranged...over-arranged....over-arranged
One is a whisper and one is too loud, the third is a guttural roar
And speaking of him and his repartee, he’s a dull, repetitive bore (but maybe I’ve
said all that before)
Thank God they’ve nearly finished, thank God it’s near the end
Now they’ll murder 'Wrecked Again' to send me round the bend
They must be getting old now; my father liked their style
But he swears….when he was young, they’d been around a while
Jings crivvens help ma boab they’re back in town today
So lock up all your grannies until they go away
They don’t improve with age....sharp, flat and loud
It’s amazing that they’re still alive, their doctors must be very, very, very, proud
The Macs Are Back In Town
© Ian McCalman MCPS/PRS
