My Name Is Mud Songtext
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My Name Is Mud Songtext
My name is Mud
Well, I opened a big ass can of worms with that one, didn′t I?
The song is called "My name is Mud"
But keep the mud to yourself, you son of a bitch
You know, when you throw things up on stage
Is a sign of small and insignificant genitalia
My name is Mud
Not to be confused with Bill or Jack or Pete or Dennis
My name is Mud, it's always been
′Cause I'm the most borin' sons-a-bitch you′ve ever seen
I dress in blue, yes, navy blue
From head to toe, I′m rather drab except my patent shoes
I make 'em shine, most the time
Except today my feet are trodden on by this friend of mine
Six-foot-two and rude as hell
Gotta get him in the ground before he starts to smell
My name is Mud
My name is Mud, call me Aloysius Devadander Abercrombie
That′s long for Mud, so I've been told
Told that by this sons-a-bitch that lies before me, bloated, blue and cold
I′ve got my pride, I drink my wine
I'd drink only the finest, except I haven′t earned a dime in several months
Or were it years
The breath on that fat bastard could bring any man to tears
We had our words, a common spat
So I kissed him upside the cranium with that aluminum baseball bat
My name is Mud
My name is Mud
M-M-M-M-M-M-Mud
My name is Mud
Where are you goin', city boy?
Well, I opened a big ass can of worms with that one, didn′t I?
The song is called "My name is Mud"
But keep the mud to yourself, you son of a bitch
You know, when you throw things up on stage
Is a sign of small and insignificant genitalia
My name is Mud
Not to be confused with Bill or Jack or Pete or Dennis
My name is Mud, it's always been
′Cause I'm the most borin' sons-a-bitch you′ve ever seen
I dress in blue, yes, navy blue
From head to toe, I′m rather drab except my patent shoes
I make 'em shine, most the time
Except today my feet are trodden on by this friend of mine
Six-foot-two and rude as hell
Gotta get him in the ground before he starts to smell
My name is Mud
My name is Mud, call me Aloysius Devadander Abercrombie
That′s long for Mud, so I've been told
Told that by this sons-a-bitch that lies before me, bloated, blue and cold
I′ve got my pride, I drink my wine
I'd drink only the finest, except I haven′t earned a dime in several months
Or were it years
The breath on that fat bastard could bring any man to tears
We had our words, a common spat
So I kissed him upside the cranium with that aluminum baseball bat
My name is Mud
My name is Mud
M-M-M-M-M-M-Mud
My name is Mud
Where are you goin', city boy?
Writer(s): Leslie E Claypool, Reid L Iii Lalonde, Timothy W Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

