The Macs Are Back In Town



Songs by Ian McCalman

The Macs Are Back In Town

© Ian McCalman MCPS/PRS

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