After listening for two hours, I think I got it -

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tCgu3kqlhlc&feature=player_embedded

Filthy Mcnasty
by Horace Silver
Lyrics by Eddie Jefferson

He hangs out in bars.
He's got a few scars.
He's higher than Mars,
And mixed up in cars.
His wig isn't neat
Of course he's a cheat.
He drinks sneaky pete,
And don't eat no meat,
And all the time you hear the women really callin' 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 yellin' his name:
   Filthy McNasty.

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Well 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 dun got to shift and take the pain away from people

I don't call him hip
He's sort of a flip
My leg is a crip
His mind's on a trip
He don't have a pad
He didn't know his dad
His comfort is bad
So don't make him mad
But all the time you hear the women really hollerin' his name:
Filthy McNasty

He first got his kicks
By putting on hicks
To square kinda chicks
Was wise to his licks
But those days are gone
He carries that on
But his line of con
You steal a Don Juan
But all the time you hear the women really screamin' his name:
Filthy McNasty

He's gained lots of fame

McNasty's his name