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My name is Mud
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Not to be confused with Bill or Jack or Pete or Dennis
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My name is mud and it's always been
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'Cause I'm the most boring sons-a-bitch 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 are troddin' on by this friend of mine
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Six foort 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, but call me Alowishus 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 bloated blue and cold
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I've got my pride, I drink my wine
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I'd drink the finest except 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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