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 trodden 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 Aloysius 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 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