My name is mud
Not to be confused
With bill or jack or pete or dennis
My name is mud and it's always been
'cause I'm the most boring
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, well most the time
'cept today my feet
Are troddin' on by this friend of mine
Six foot two
And rude as hell
I got to get him in the ground
Before he starts to smell
My name is mud

My name is mud,
But call me alowishus devadander abercrombie
That's long for mud
So I've been told
Told that by this sonsabitch
That lies before me
Bloated blue and cold
I've got my pride, I drink my wine
I'd drink 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 an aluminum baseball bat
My name is mud