| My name is Mud
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| My name is Mud
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| Not to be confused with Billy, Jack, Pete or Dennis
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| My name is mud, it’s always been
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| 'Cause I’m the most boring sonsabitch you’ve ever seen
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| I dress in blue, yes, navy blue
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| From head to toe I’m rather drab except my patent shoes
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| I make 'em shine, well most the time
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| 'Cept today my feet were trodden on by this friend of mine
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| Six foot two and rude as hell
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| I got to get him in the ground before he starts to smell
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| My name is Mud
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| My name is Mud
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| But call me Aloysius Devadander Abercrombie
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| That’s long for Mud, so I’ve been told
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| Told that by this sonsabitch that lies before me
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| Bloated, blue and cold
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| I’ve got my pride, I drink my wine
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| I’d drink only the finest
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| 'Cept I haven’t earned a dime in several months
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| Or were it years?
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| The breath on that fat bastard could bring any man to tears
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| We had our words, a common spat
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| So I kissed him upside the cranium with an aluminum baseball bat
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| My name is Mud
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| My name is Mud
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| M-M-M-M-M-Mud
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| My name is Mud
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| Where you goin', city boy? |