My Name is Mud
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 for 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,
'cept 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

from Pork Soda, 1993