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
At cards he's a cheat
He drinks Mickey Pete
And don't eat no meat
But all the time you hear the women always calling his name
Filthy McNasty

He don't own a suit
A Naru or Zoot
He never has 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 yelling his name
Filthy McNasty

Why all the crazy chics love McNasty
I could never never understand
But he's the center of every party
He never gives another guy a chance
Before you know it he done got 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
And all the time you hear the women
Really hollering his name
Filthy McNasty

He once got his kicks
By putting on hicks
And square kind of chicks
Ri his licks
Tho' those days are gone
And carrys right on
With his line of con
He's still a Don Wan
And all the time you hear the women
Really screaming his name
Filthy McNasty

He's gained lots of fame
McNasty his name