Anyone remember The Macc Lads?
#1
Mid 80's-early 90's rock group from Macclesfield. Gained a cult following thanks to explicit yet hilarious lyrics. Surprisingly tuneful.
We were at school in Macclesfield at the height of their popularity, and can still recite most of the best lyrics and tunes. When we all grew up and started going on drunken holidays abroad, and we told people where where we were from, it was amazing how many people asked "You one of the Macc Lads then?"
Just wondering if it was a northern thing, or if any of you Savverners can remember the group, or any lyrics/songs?
We were at school in Macclesfield at the height of their popularity, and can still recite most of the best lyrics and tunes. When we all grew up and started going on drunken holidays abroad, and we told people where where we were from, it was amazing how many people asked "You one of the Macc Lads then?"
Just wondering if it was a northern thing, or if any of you Savverners can remember the group, or any lyrics/songs?
#2
How can I forget, you don't get lyrics like those anymore.
I found this website http://www.macclads.co.uk/hectic_hou.../w_dischh.html I still have some of their stuff on tape. Still good for a laugh, usually at parties after a few beers.
Where are they now?
Neil.
I found this website http://www.macclads.co.uk/hectic_hou.../w_dischh.html I still have some of their stuff on tape. Still good for a laugh, usually at parties after a few beers.
Where are they now?
Neil.
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Beer n Sex n Chips n Gravy - classic.
"With their bayonettes and their tommy guns they'd never heard of boddingtons"
Sweaty Betty an all time classic will live with me to my grave and not forgeting "Sheep, sheep everywhere, the little wolly ******* are all over the place..........little black pellets in me wellington boots"
Oh, and I'm a savverner
"With their bayonettes and their tommy guns they'd never heard of boddingtons"
Sweaty Betty an all time classic will live with me to my grave and not forgeting "Sheep, sheep everywhere, the little wolly ******* are all over the place..........little black pellets in me wellington boots"
Oh, and I'm a savverner
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Well she wore big knickers and she worked on t'sewage farm,
I've got me hands down 'er trousers and I nearly lost 'arf me arm,
She really was bl00dy thick,
Can't wait to get me 'ands on 'er flabby t!ts,
SWEATY BETTY
Well slap that and ride the ripples,
Just gotta get me gob round 'er greasey n!pples,
She 'ad a massive ar$e, sweaty breasts, 30" t!ts (each ) she was a mound of flesh....
SWEATY BETTY
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I've got me hands down 'er trousers and I nearly lost 'arf me arm,
She really was bl00dy thick,
Can't wait to get me 'ands on 'er flabby t!ts,
SWEATY BETTY
Well slap that and ride the ripples,
Just gotta get me gob round 'er greasey n!pples,
She 'ad a massive ar$e, sweaty breasts, 30" t!ts (each ) she was a mound of flesh....
SWEATY BETTY
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The best thing about coming from Macclesfield Wherever you go in the world, you tell somebody where you are from, and the first thing they say is: 'aah! You know the Macc Lads!'
Sweaty Betty, she's a lump of lard
Sweaty Betty, she makes me ***** ard
Sweaty Betty, she's a lump of lard
Sweaty Betty, she makes me ***** ard
#14
Boddingtons or ****** lads ****** taste like ****.
I've spilt more ale down me waste coat than you’ve supped tonight.
We’re the lads from Macc and we want some crack.
We'll have chips and gravy twice we'll have pudin chips and peas and two fried rice....................
Daz.
I've spilt more ale down me waste coat than you’ve supped tonight.
We’re the lads from Macc and we want some crack.
We'll have chips and gravy twice we'll have pudin chips and peas and two fried rice....................
Daz.
#15
Couple of classics:
From "Gods Gift"
I got a barmaid from St Helens in the back of my Vauxhall Viva
She had massive melons and I wanted to bang her beaver
She had real bad breath and a dose of the pox
I ripped off her bags and her sweaty socks and rattled my potatoes against her dirtbox
From "He's a Poof" (not exactly PC)
He's never in the pub, he's no fun, got sores and scabs all over his bum
We'll have to pin him down on the deck,
And pour some Boddies down his f**king neck.
Got plenty more.
From "Gods Gift"
I got a barmaid from St Helens in the back of my Vauxhall Viva
She had massive melons and I wanted to bang her beaver
She had real bad breath and a dose of the pox
I ripped off her bags and her sweaty socks and rattled my potatoes against her dirtbox
From "He's a Poof" (not exactly PC)
He's never in the pub, he's no fun, got sores and scabs all over his bum
We'll have to pin him down on the deck,
And pour some Boddies down his f**king neck.
Got plenty more.
#16
From "Dans Big Log" (I think thats right):
He parks his breakfast, fills the bowl, uses up half a toilet roll.
He flushed and he flushed, but it wouldn't go,
It must have weighed over half a stone.
He flushed and he flushed but it wouldn't shift,
He couldn't leave it lying in the bog.
So he rolled up his sleeves, picks up the ****,
He thinks he can disguise it as a log.
He opens the window, takes his aim,
And chucks it in the bushes over there.
He hopes somebody else will get the blame,
He goes back down to finish his hor d'oeuvres.
He wanders in, begging their pardon, (remembering to fasten up his bags).
But everybody's staring out at the garden
At the steaming turd that's landed on the flags.
He parks his breakfast, fills the bowl, uses up half a toilet roll.
He flushed and he flushed, but it wouldn't go,
It must have weighed over half a stone.
He flushed and he flushed but it wouldn't shift,
He couldn't leave it lying in the bog.
So he rolled up his sleeves, picks up the ****,
He thinks he can disguise it as a log.
He opens the window, takes his aim,
And chucks it in the bushes over there.
He hopes somebody else will get the blame,
He goes back down to finish his hor d'oeuvres.
He wanders in, begging their pardon, (remembering to fasten up his bags).
But everybody's staring out at the garden
At the steaming turd that's landed on the flags.
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Vauxhall Vivas covered in rust but you cant **** your bird on the 29 bus.
Treat your women like toilets, crafty when you are abusing them but toilets don’t follow you when you’ve finished using them.
Daz.
[Edited by Darren Thompson - 4/25/2002 1:28:56 PM]
Treat your women like toilets, crafty when you are abusing them but toilets don’t follow you when you’ve finished using them.
Daz.
[Edited by Darren Thompson - 4/25/2002 1:28:56 PM]
#22
There a load of f***ing fairies in Beuenos F***ing Aires, with greasy hair and sweaty bums, they've never heard of Boddingtons. It was a different culture and a different race, no chippies in bloody place, you can keep your poof Ardeeles coz we're going down your Malvinas. Eh Up, eh up, eh up, eh up, with their bayonets and their tommy guns and their bellies full of Boddingtons........
Corn beef and cheap red wine is all they eat in the Argentine, but after a scrap with the British navy there putting orders for chips and gravy.
Corn beef and cheap red wine is all they eat in the Argentine, but after a scrap with the British navy there putting orders for chips and gravy.
#24
F**k C**t, F**k C**t W**k S**t
Can remember the song but it was the intro, they were masters of the English language those lads,
Apparently they were all proper toffs, lead singer had a really psoh name, Tarquin or something
Can remember the song but it was the intro, they were masters of the English language those lads,
Apparently they were all proper toffs, lead singer had a really psoh name, Tarquin or something
#27
Remember these?
We ended up at her place, I waded through the johnnies
She put another notch in her bedstead, while I watched The Two Ronnies: From Charlotte is the biggest slag in Macc.
From Dan's Underpants: He opened the window, wipes his ****,
Throws the offending bags on the grass.
He shouts: 'Everybody! Come and look at this! They're streaked with ****!
They're covered in skids! But don't look at me, they're not mine!'
But his loving mum had sewn his f*cking name inside.
We ended up at her place, I waded through the johnnies
She put another notch in her bedstead, while I watched The Two Ronnies: From Charlotte is the biggest slag in Macc.
From Dan's Underpants: He opened the window, wipes his ****,
Throws the offending bags on the grass.
He shouts: 'Everybody! Come and look at this! They're streaked with ****!
They're covered in skids! But don't look at me, they're not mine!'
But his loving mum had sewn his f*cking name inside.
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Corn beef and cheap red wine is all they eat in the Argentine, but after a scrap with the British navy there putting orders for chips and gravy.
"WE'RE THE LADS FROM MAC,
AND WE WANT SOME CRACK."
and of course
"Beer, Beer we want more beer
All the Lads are Cheerin'
Get the f_uck'in Beers in"
Can't remember the exact lyrics to "Doctor, I think of got aids" but they were true poetry!
#29
True story: In last weeks Macc Express, the council refused to grant a licence for a second sex shop to be opened in Sunderland Street, Macclesfield, close to the railway station, stating clearly that due to the close proximity to the railway station, this may give a bad first impression of the town to visitors.
Yet Hectic House, the second hand record shop on Sunderland Street that became the home of The Macc Lads and where most merchandising was sold, later changed its name to Bell End Cheddar, which stood for years spelled out in big letters over the shop. Not one councillor seemed to notice.
Yet Hectic House, the second hand record shop on Sunderland Street that became the home of The Macc Lads and where most merchandising was sold, later changed its name to Bell End Cheddar, which stood for years spelled out in big letters over the shop. Not one councillor seemed to notice.
#30
Boost: I think it was called Doctor Doctor.
Doctor, I think I've got AIDS, I get laid ten times a day,
I bang a lot of beaver, but let me be frank,
There's something up with my dick
It hurts when I w**k.
Doctor, I think I've got AIDS, I get laid ten times a day,
I bang a lot of beaver, but let me be frank,
There's something up with my dick
It hurts when I w**k.