Saggy McGee

You know I never did tell you the story of ole Saggy McGee The old man who used to creep around the cliff where we used to ride our bikes He never really did pay much attention to us kids But to us kids that was all right Now this man we used to call old Saggy McGee He used to creep around the cliff where we used to have our crab apple fights You know, old Saggy he didn't know nothing! Never used to say a thing! You know, I'll always remember that old Saggy McGee He used to hang out at the cliff by the DeNike's You know, he used to hide his magazines under a rock We'd go read them late at night Go Saggy!, Go Saggy Saggy, sag, a-saggy-saggy sag-a Saggy, sag, a-saggy-saggy sag-a