MACC LADS TRACKLIST M-N
A great story. It happened to this lad I know. His bird's wandering round
the kitchen dropping
jism, and he's running out of ways to cover it up... But her dad wasn't
a vicar. I
made that bit up.
Chorley- You bastard! I thought it was all true. That's upset me
This bloke really exists!
Bald Eagle- Those farts are real, genuine, and really stink.
O'Peesha- On the Bog n Roll Circus Tour, Methane cured cripples
with a simple rectal rasp.
He can trump
to order, and his anal airs have magical properties.
Beater- He couldn't get your hair to grow back though. Anyway,
the song is rubbish.
Git- I think McLad has slightly exaggerated Methane's powers.
Although Methane is still alive...
and Leonard Rossiter isn't.
An unrecorded ode to that bloke who appears
in every pub with a tray of whelks.
McCavity- And never sells any.
Nevis- I buy stuff off him.
Barrel- I buy loads. In fact, I buy the most.
And I wrote this.
The Bear's Head closed for refurbishment for two days, giving my boys
time to write and record
Bitter, Fit Crack. When it re-opened, the Lads cried 'Foul' at
the sight of flock wallpaper
and carpets, decided on a boycott, and retired to the Bear's Head to discuss
McCavity- Chorley really liked it when they changed the Bear's
around. He says:
in the bogs, tampon machines and everything!"
none of the women in there could tell that he was a bloke.
O'Peesha- Igor staggered in the Red Lion, half cut, and ordered
a whisky. They wouldn't serve him.
He had an argument with the manager, who pointed out that the Red Lion
closed six months
It is now called 'Terence John'.
Gordon has been forever thankful to my boys.
For over fifteen years, drunkards fight, vomit and
sing this ditty in his shop.
Inevitably, Gordon will fall over laughing,
as its at least ten minutes since he last heard it.
Gordon smiles and takes the money.
A fan from Germany rang to tell us about his visit.
He flew to Manchester, got a train to
Macc, walked into Gordon's, and ordered chips n gravy:
mate, are you German?" Enquired a bloke in the queue.
Its all true! He never stopped. He even painted my park bench, in slow
drying paint, exactly
the same colour as it was before. It took four coppers and a blowtorch
to get me off in
Chorley- I liked his trick with the outside bogs. It was always
dark out there, and you had to use your thumb to open the latch. He put
a big lump of dogshit on the latch, with
a drawing pin in it.
Everybody did the same thing: "Argh!"-Thumb in mouth. Great.
Stez- Who the fuck cares what you like? You fucking tart.
I got Eddie Shit down to sing the lead on this one.
Which is just as well, as Nevis had
just used my toilet,
after a lengthy session at the Ring of Fire Tandoori.
That bog glistened
when Eddo had finished.
It was so clean, Knobby refused to eat his dinner off it.
Git- The video for this song features Al O'Peesha as an alcoholic
tramp. (McCavity wasn't there!)
We talked Al
into falling down the 108 steps.
We did three takes before I confessed that I
had not shelled out for any film.
SHEEP 'TIL BUXTON
Lads' one and only hit single.
Smelling a hit a mile away, I feature quite strongly on this
I play the sheep bleating in a Jewish accent, (already)
my 95% share of the royalties.
McCavity- My sheep was the best.
Chorley- Fuck off twatty.
My cow at the end was what made this a hit.
O'Peesha- I wrote the script for the video:
"Drive into the hills and fuck about with sheep".
the star, chasing a flock of sheep with his bags round his ankles.
The fat fool.
HE'S A POOF
dressing room was once invaded by members of the Police and Licensing Committee
- informing me
that the gig was off: "We're not having language like this in our town!"
I had a fit about
refunds, so I reached for my book- "Kissinger on Diplomacy."
was reached: The gig went ahead, ("But don't do the one about the poof"),
and I stopped
hitting them with the book. Last night there were two 'fucks' and three
'cunts' on TV.
(Probably)....How times change.
Stez- This story was probably what started me off. I'd known the
bloke for years...
But no matter
how many nails I hammered into his head, he wouldn't stop being queer.
O'Peesha- The very first recording of this, in 1982, doesn't mention
AIDS at all.
Beater- AIDS hadn't been invented in 1982, you thick bald bastard.