Lyrics

Filthy McNasty
He hangs out in bars
He’s got a few scars
He’s higher than Mars
And makes love in cars
His wig isn't neat
At cards he’s a cheat
He drinks Stinky 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 have 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 it he’s 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 kinda chicks
Went wise to his licks
But those days are gone
He carries right on
But his line of con
He’s still a Don Juan
But all the time you hear the women really screaming his
name
Filthy McNasty
He’s gained lots of fame
McNasty’s his name
Fah-de-da-da de-da-dah
McNasty’s his name