Mac the Exterminator, long past sixty-eight Tried to sell his business, but it wasn't his fate His trusty old truck died, with a final wheeze Now he's got a new ride, bigger than the trees Chorus: Oh, Mac can't stop spraying, he's the bug control king His new truck's his excuse, but his sprayer's the thing He says he's paying it off, but we all know the truth Mac's addicted to bugs, and that's the honest scoop Verse 2: He struts down the street, with his magical wand Zapping all the critters, of which he's so fond His gig’s called "Mac's Bug Whack Shack" Retirement's not an option, he ain't looking back (Chorus) Verse 3: The buyer's check bounced, higher than a flea Mac shrugged his shoulders, “just more bugs for me!" His new truck's so big, it barely fits the road But it carries his crown, and his royal bug-killing load (Chorus) Outro: So if you see a giant truck, rolling down your way With Mac at the wheel, ready to spray Give a royal wave to the pest control king 'Cause Mac's gonna be working, 'til his sprayer can't spray
