Andy Mac

Lyrics

Verse 1) Down in Sutton Weaver where the rivers wind back, Lives a legend of the village, name of Andy Mac. Looks a bit like Trigger, got the same chilled grin, Sippin’ orange squash in the Bear Pit inn. (Chorus) Ohhh Andy Mac, he’s a one-of-a-kind, Driving Mac Cabs with a laid-back mind. From lorry lanes to pub-side chat, He’s the king of the Bear Pit — fancy that! (Verse 2) He’ll tell you tales of trucking miles, Motorway nights and service-station smiles. Built his cab firm from grit and graft, And everyone knows he loves a laugh. (Chorus) Ohhh Andy Mac, he’s a character true, Got a story ready every time he brews. If tall tales paid, he’d be rolling in cash— A master storyteller with a bit of flash. (Verse 3) Now Steph had a jar with a crisp one-hundred quid, A little leaving kitty with her name on the lid. But when she went to fetch it, the jar weren’t there— Andy said, “I borrowed it! I thought it was the fare!” (He paid it back in stories… which wasn’t quite fair.) (Bridge) He once ordered love from a far-off land, Sent a letter, sent a photo, sent it all first-class. But the bride never showed — he just shrugged and said, “Ah well, more orange squash for me instead!” (Final Chorus) Ohhh Andy Mac, with his trademark chat, Looks like Trigger and he’s proud of that. From Fordham nights to Weaver’s track, Raise your glass to the legend — Andy Mac!