This was what we were known for. Fun songs that told stories. Some of which, ended in ironic twists. The idea here was a little riff that our guitarist Rick brought in to the studio. He said he’d heard that hookers in old Ireland & England were referred to as “Mashers.” In true-to-form fashion, nobody researched it. We just said “Hey!…That’s awesome! Let’s write a song about it!” Now, live, I’d improvise the price paid. But, other than that,<\/p>\n
And this is it. The story of Lucy McGee. She is “The Masher.” The story is fun. And yes…another surprise ending!<\/p>\n
Saw a little girl<\/em> Found a little dive<\/em> Lucy the Masher<\/em> Said to Miss McGee<\/em> Oh please…God bless The Masher<\/em> (Solo)<\/em><\/p>\n That night!<\/em><\/p>\n Lucy got busted<\/em> Again…I miss The Masher<\/em> No, I’ll never tell<\/em><\/p>\n\n
\n Said Hey, what’s your name?<\/em>
\n Let’s go around the world<\/em>
\n An’ play some night-time games<\/em>
\n She said, How do you do?<\/em>
\n I’m Lucy McGee<\/em>
\n How’s about a room for two<\/em>
\n I said, sounds good to me<\/em><\/p>\n
\n Shady part of town<\/em>
\n I dropped seventy five<\/em>
\n And the little girl went down<\/em><\/p>\n
\n She makes the night go by so well<\/em>
\n So well<\/em>
\n Oh, you can use her an’ trash her<\/em>
\n The kind of love that you can buy and sell<\/em><\/p>\n
\n Oooh, you make me feel so fine<\/em>
\n Shall we make it three?<\/em>
\n She said, I got the time<\/em>
\n She brought me down, down-down-down to my knees<\/em>
\n She don’t fuck around Oh no!<\/em>
\n Her aim is to please<\/em><\/p>\n
\n She makes the night go by so well<\/em>
\n So well<\/em>
\n Oh, I’d like to take her home and stash her<\/em>
\n And if you ask me where, I’ll never tell<\/em><\/p>\n
\n Cos’ I’m a cop from vice<\/em>
\n She shoulda never trusted<\/em>
\n A guy who orders twice<\/em>
\n I’m gonna pay her a visit<\/em>
\n Out in the women’s pen<\/em>
\n Walk, run, jump, stand, aw shit<\/em>
\n Who cares? We’re gonna do it again<\/em><\/p>\n
\n She made the night go by so well<\/em>
\n So well<\/em>
\n Oh, you can use her n’ trash her<\/em>
\n The kind of love that you can buy and sell (for the right amount of cash!)<\/em>
\n Oh, The Masher<\/em>
\n Little girl I know so well<\/em>
\n Yeah, I’d like to take her home and stash her<\/em>
\n And if you ask me where, I’ll never tell<\/em><\/p>\n