This is a sad story
About a girl named Mary Mac
And her wondering lover, Bob Needle).
Oh, softly, I can hear her callin'
Hey, Bobba Needle, Bobba Needle, Bobba Needle
Hey, Bobba Needle, Bobba Needle, Bobba Needle
Hey, Bobba Needle, Bobba Needle, Bobba Needle
Hey, Bobba Needle, Bobba Needle, Bobba Needle
Hey, Bob Hey, Bob.
#1.
Mary Mac, Mac, Mac.
All dressed in black, black, black.
Don'tcha know I'm tryin', tryin', tryin',
Just to come on back, back, back.
Cause I took a plane, plane, plane,
And there was no flyin', flyin', flyin',
So I took a train, train, train.
Oh, Mary Mac, Mac, Mac.
It went off the track, track, track,
Can't you see I'm dyin', dyin', dyin',
Just to come on back, back, back.
#2.
Well, I took a boat, boat, boat,
But it wouldn't float, float, float.
So I kept on a puffin', puffin', puffin',
That was all she wrote, wrote, wrote.
So, I must wear my cross, cross, cross.
But it just keeps runnin', runnin', runnin',
All around the track, track, track.
Baby I ain't lyin', lyin', lyin'.
Don'tcha know I'm tryin', tryin', tryin', just to
come on back to Mary Mac.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.