The MCG are the Mendip Caving Group who originally came down from London. Among them were three speleo musicians who composed the music and the lyrics; Pete Goddard, Simon Knight and Pat Walsh. They also used to augment the banjo and piano with guitar and another banjo so we had quite a band going on occasions.
We're three members of the MCG,
In the Hunters you will often find us lurking,
So if you're interested, We'll tell you why we're vested,
With authority to lecture you on shirking.
The BEC the Wessex and the Shepton,
Can crawl up their amalgamated rectum
From Londinium to the Mendip Hills we speed,
In vehicles that are something far from pretty,
We have badge o'h so neat, and boots upon our feet,
But the rest of us is really rather nasty.
So when you see us coming through the door (A'h Coming shouted),
And you wonder where you've seen that face before,
There's no need for you to think away, to be sure it was last Saturday,
Our old spew stains are still upon the floor.
Now Alfie plays the banjo very nicely,
And I can hardly play the thing at all,
But as he sits there strumming, his compositions humming,
I wonder if he's got two banjo balls.
Now someone said they thought they'd seen us caving,
But who it was we never can agree,
But if we catch that lout, we'll sort the bugger out,
For our drinking reputation is worth saving.
We've got ourselves a name for brewing tea,
And we must admit we do it liberally,
But while we're tippling tannin, the scheme that we are planning,
Is to nip down to the BEC for coffee (fuckoffee shouted).
You may wonder what we're up to through the week,
Well our life up town is really rather shady,
We are often seen around, Picadilly Underground,
Providing all the earnings of a high born lady. (This line sung as below)