There is a man I know
His name is Mr. Mac
Man from you see his scare his face and shirts fits
He works for lost company
I work for gains
And from you see whiskers you know he’s a bandit
That same Mr. Mac
Lord lord
Mr. Macfalin
Mr. Macfalin
You Mr. Mac
Mr. Mac
Mr. Mac
Mr. Mac is such a bandit
He drives big fancy cars
We work to put him there
And we can buy a skate
When we want to see him
We hear that he is sick
Can from we get a glimpse of him
We hear he’s too busy
That same Mr. Mac
Lord lord
Mr. Macfalin
Mr. Macfalin
You Mr. Mac
Mr. Mac
Mr. Mac
