Mud

BY BILL GABLE

well dr. sigmund freud
knew a dirty thing when he saw it
discovered the soul of man
went lookin for a name to call it
he went down to de bottom of de well
and he brought up de human crud
deeper than water and thicker than sludge
beyond belief and impossible to judge
mud, mud, covered in mud

other folks' misfortunes
the baby born with sixteen arms
they call him the human candleabra
he's willing to show his scars
may geraldo be my witness
he fills me with disgust
in the wrong place at the wrong time
infected by the dentist's blood
mud, mud, covered in mud
mud, mud, all ovah yuh body

in every small town square
in the treads of the president's shoes
tracked across the halls of justice
covered in the headline news

ooze, crud, grime and sludge, mud pie, mud hut,
mud flap, mud hen, muddy water bluesman
ring around the tub or left standing in a washstand
caked behind our ears from the wishbone offense
muckrakin' muslingin' libel and slander
like burnin' black coffee or a slinkin' salamander
like a tractor stuck in a mississippi flood
like a heat seeking missile comin' up gainst a scud
mud, mud, covered in mud

well the rain come down from heaven
like every schoolchild knows
but the mud he be always sneakin' up
from underneath satan's toes

like it climbed up orson welles
like it settled in his shoes
like it encouraged his love for pastries
for flattery and booze
like it sought out the soiled tuxedo
and settled in the cumberbund
and tempted him with the girls of rio
so his appetite could come undone
mud, mud, covered in mud
mud, mud, all ovah his body

Bill Gable's compositions are published and administered by Idle Speculation Music (ASCAP)

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