Marshmallow Mal is a figment of my vivid imagination, although I have known a few of his kind during my journey through life. Every pub's got their own Marshmallow Mal in residence. You'll always find him/her propping up the bar.

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Marshmallow Mal

He’s a six times ten pack OP smoker
Supping lager sitting at the bar (did you say sitting?)
Got a big fat tum and a workman’s bum
And in the morning he’ll be crashed out in his car (oh what a star)

Marshmallow Mal (la la la la la la la la)
Marshmallow Mal
Walks like a gal (la la la la la la la la)
Marshmallow Mal

He’s a duck; I said duck a duck billed flatpuss
Living in a London bus outside of town (all his teeth are brown)
Can’t get up the stairs
‘cause the silverware in his underwear
Is weighing him down (oh what a clown)

Marshmallow Mal (la la la la la la la la)
Marshmallow Mal
Talks like a gal (la la la la la la la la)
Marshmallow Mal



He’s always yapping on the dog and bone (yap yap yap yap yap yap)
While smoothing oily palms over his polished dome
Trying hard to find his swag a loving home
Marshmallow Mal / Everyone’s pal.

Got a partner Meg bought her off the peg
In a little corner shop down Portobello (what a jolly fellow)
In the halfway light she was almost white
But when he opened up the bag at home her skin was yellow
And she said (hallow)

Marshmallow Mal (la la la la la la la la)
Marshmallow Mal
Sits like a gal (la la la la la la la la)
Marshmallow Mal
She’s Marshmallow Mal (la la la la la la la la)
Marshmallow Mal
Hits like a gal (la la la la la la la la)
Marshmallow Mal

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