My name is Mud,
But call me Aloysius Devadonder 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 only 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 that aluminum baseball bat
My name is Mud!