Pac-a-Mac - Remastered

I wear my cap with pride when swaying side to side
Indoors where it be crude too late to find me shrewd
I never lay in doubt when walking from about
At home where it be warm you're sound asleep unborn!

I'm a small chap
Walk tall chap
When it rains cats and dogs
From my pocket, I pick a Pac-a-Mac

Inside a rubber wall yelling
Screams echo off the ceiling
My love could penetrate
So, I'll leave you now prostrate

My fag smoulders out-and-out
And odours waft there about
So, I give my head a kip
My cap's worn to a split

I'm a small chap
Walk tall chap
When it rains cats and dogs
From my pocket, I pick a Pac-a-Mac

I wear my cap with pride when swaying side to side
Indoors where I feel nude too late to find me shrewd
I never lay in doubt when walking from about
At home where it be warm you're sound asleep unborn

I'm a small chap
Walk tall chap
When it rains cats and dogs
From my pocket, I pick a Pac

When it rains cats and dogs
From my pocket, I pick a Pac
When it rains cats and dogs
From my pocket, I pick a Pac-a-Mac



Credits
Writer(s): Graham Mcpherson, Michael Barson, Christopher John Foreman, Lee Jay Thompson, Daniel Mark Woodgate, Cathal Joseph Smyth, Mark William Bedford
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