Lyr Add: Greasy Mac by Keith Marsden

Subject: Lyr Add: Greasy Mac by Keith Marsden
From: Monologue John
Date: 05 Dec 23 - 03:20 PM

GREASY MAC
(Keith Marsden)

People go on thinking man that I am just a drinking man
They see me flit from pub to pub and think I'm just a sot
And though they call me raincoat trade or one of the plastic mac brigade
A flasher or a feeler I am not   
No Peeping Tom has never been my name
And raiding washing lines is not my game
I'm that rare old thing a clean old man
My harmless pleasure when I can
Is chatting up of barmaid's
I'm happy when they smile

Chorus
Some men go for vintage wine some like collecting stamps
Some men tinker with their cars some grow potted plants
But I'm not into things like these I never had the knack
I'm just a barmaid connoisseur and they call me Greasy Mac

There's a saucy little packet serves at the Hand and Racket
Her necklines get them breathing hard I pant a bit miself
And every Hand and Racket Man has started drinking Black and Tan
For Mary keeps the Guiness on the bottom shelf
But fellows round all keep a wary eye
For seven foot Stan her husband lurks nearby
And Stan a nasty party with a black belt in Karate
And a temper twice as short as he is high

Chorus
Some men go for vintage wine some like collecting stamps
Some men tinker with their cars some grow potted plants
But I'm not into things like these I never had the knack
I'm just a barmaid connoisseur and they call me Greasy Mac

My favourite is Alice down at our local gin palace
With her ginger wig and broken nose she looks a right old bag
But one thing you would never know unless she let her falsies show
Alice was a boxer until she discovered drag
She has a little friend called Gascione Clegg
Buy him a drink and he'll sit up and beg
On the side they run a boutique
Selling trendy menswear very chic
Where if you want a tie they take your inside leg

Chorus
Some men go for vintage wine some like collecting stamps
Some men tinker with their cars some grow potted plants
But I'm not into things like these I never had the knack
I'm just a barmaid connoisseur and they call me Greasy Mac

Then there's Doris at the Travellers Rest
Who's getting on and past her best
Lord but she was beautiful when in she was in her prime
A figure then to turn your head and eyes that hinted come to bed
She could have married anyone she fancied any time
But her GI boyfriend flew away promising to send for her someday
Still full of hope she pulls the beer looks fading with each passing year
Warming cold tomorrow with the fires of yesterday

Chorus
Some men go for vintage wine some like collecting stamps
Some men tinker with their cars some grow potted plants
But I'm not into things like these I never had the knack
I'm just a barmaid connoisseur and they call me Greasy Mac

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-V4jMg6_mx4