Now listen up you know ya come home from working that nine to five and lay yourself down on burgundy couch, you know, it never really was burgundy. It
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
Oh, welcome to this world of fools Of pink champagne and swimming pools Well, all you have to lose is your virginity Perhaps we'll have some fun tonight
It's incredibly hot in here today, incredibly hot in here It's incredibly hot in here today, incredibly hot in here The air is getting slipper and it'
Hello Mr. Krinkle How are you today? Seems the rumors are about your team might move away Now, me I'm sentimental But I'm not one to cry Say there Mr
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Del Davis sold a Christmas tree Stood up to 8 feet tall Season was lookin' mighty thin He'd hoped to sell 'em all Here he comes with a dollar in his hand
I pull the blinds then I take my clothes off Dance around the house like nature boy My genitalia and pectoral muscles aren't quite what I would like
Come on over here boy, have a cigar, you're gonna go far You're gonna fly high, you're never gonna die You're gonna make it if you try they're gonna love
Your life is leaning downhill Sloping off the outer edge Your undetermined oyster beds Were found to be a hedge You caused the kids of Elmer Fudd To
In a town in southernmost Sicily Lived a family too proud to be poor In the year that fever took father away They hastened for American shores Now a mother
Felt a pang late one afternoon I was fishin' off Muir beach With Larry LaLonde And I started to chew Grabbed a tuna salad sandwich Pretty soon Ler's
I been fightin' gravity since I was two. Questers of the prize blind men int he snow. Some streak the skies I choose to go below. Skin moves towards
Here they come Here come the bastards I heard it from a confident - Who heard it form a confidant They're definately on their way There's one with this
We're only making plans for Nigel We only want what's best for him We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel just needs that helping hand And if young
As I stand in the Shower Singing Opera and such Pondering the possibility that I Pull the pud too much There's a scent that fills the air Is it flatus
I just can't seem to blend Into society I have no hope for this dim Simplicity of law and order By whose rules I see no rhyme in the reason I hold no
Jerry was a race car driver And he drove so goddamned fast He never did win no checkered flag But he never did come in last Jerry was a race car driver