17 - FILTHY MCNASTY

He hangs out in bars
He's got a few scars
Stays higher than Mars
And makes love in cars
His wig isn't neat
At cards he's a cheat
He drinks Sneaky Pete
And don't eat no meat
And all the time you hear the women really calling his name
Filthy McNasty
He don't own a suit
A Nero or Zoot
He never has loot
Except in his boot
His body is lean
His feet aren't clean
His mouth is real mean
When he's on the scene
But all the time you hear the women really yelling his name
Filthy McNasty
Why all the crazy chicks love McNasty
I never ever could understand
But he's the center of every party
He never gives another guy a chance
Before you know he done got your chick
And took her clean away from you, boy
I don't call him hip
He's sort of a flip
One leg is a crip
His mind's on a trip
He don't have a pad
He didn't know his dad
His temper is bad
So don't get him mad
But all the time you hear the women really hollering his name
Filthy McNasty
He once got his kicks
By putting on hicks
And square kind of chicks
Would rise to his licks
But those days are gone
He carries right on
With his line of con
He's still a Don Juan
And all the time you hear the women really screaming his name
Filthy McNasty
He's gained lots of fame
McNasty's his name
Said Filthy McNasty
McNasty, McNasty, McNasty
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