McCavity Lyrics

He's harder than nails, tougher than bricks,
(Weighs nine stones with muscles in his s***),
Karate king, kung-fu master,
(Shaves with a plane, he's a f****** hard b******),
He's filled more holes than a JCB,
(So don't you f*** with...)
McCavity,
McCavity,
McCavity,
McCavity.

He won't pat dogs, he eats dead cats,
(He'll rip your b******s off and stuff them up your c***),
He's had a b******* off an alligator,
(He likes to w*** with an old cheese grater),
He's got all the crack begging on their knees,
They say: (I'll bend down, you fill....)
McCavity,
McCavity,
McCavity,
McCavity.

When he's necked his pint, he'll eat the glass,
(He can smoke a million smelly French f***),
He can splash Brute all over his b******s,
(f*** off you c***, nothing rhymes with that)
Oh er right you are!

He can drink beer with a high specific gravity,
(Thank f*** for that, coz it rhymes with...)

McCavity,
McCavity,
McCavity,
McCavity.

©1990 The Macc Lads

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