MANFRED MACC ƒ G C D There she was just walking down Mill St, She looked so fit, I just had to beat me meat Blonde hair, blue eyes. Do you want to try my dick for size? Before I knew it, she had kicked me in the balls I never said a word, I couldn’t walk, so I crawled Dead fit, nice arse, and she knew her martial arts. I could tell that she wanted my pork, so I offered her a ride in my brand new Porsche "Do you want a weekend on my yacht in St Moritz?" She said: "Fuck off, you liar," and smashed my bollocks with her fist. She was playing hard to get, I wasn’t throwing in the towel: "Do you like chicken, love? Well then, taste my knob, its foul (fowl)." Big tits, long legs, she sank a spanner in my head. Fuck, cunt, bastard, bugger wank, bugger wank. ©1989 The Macc Lads TRACK CHAT HORRID HUNDRED