Thanks, D-Rock, for giving us a good start. I listened to the same video, and I hear a few words differently:


FILTHY McNASTY
By Horace Silver
As sung by Eddie Jefferson

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.
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.

[Instrumental break]

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 done copped 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 hollerin' his name:
Filthy McNasty.

He once got his kicks
By puttin' on hicks
A square kinda chicks
Was wise to his licks.
But those days are gone.
He carries right on
With his line of con.
He's still a Don Juan,
And all the time you hear the women really screamin' his name:
Filthy McNasty.

He's gained lots of fame.
McNasty's his name.