Pork Soda
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 troddin' on by this friend of mine.
Six foort 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 except 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.
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, so stick around and take a
bite of life,
We don't need feebleness in this proximity.
Ask good MacDuff and Donalbain, so many good ideas are slain,
By those who would dare not step out of line.
But if I have my way tonight and chances are I think I might-
I'll turn those sour minds to grapes of wine...grapes of wine!
Welcome to this world.
Don't judge the boy by what you hear, the words are heard beyond
the ear,
The heart and mind are focus for this conversation.
But be abound in mystery for that so much you do to me,
For there are those who drown in adulation....adualtion!
Welcome to this world.
If I had a dime for each time that I heard them preach,
Well I'd have wicked thoughts upon my brain.
I had a friend that took a belt, took a blet and hung himself,
Hung himself in the doorway of the apartment where he lived.
His woman and his little bro came home from the grocery store,
Only to find him dangling in the apartment where he lived.
I had a friend who shaved his head, put his Doctor Martins on,
And drew such wondrous pictures in the apartment where he lived.
He praised my creativity, though he spoke sarcastically,
Oh, the conversations in the apartment where he lived.
I had a friend that took a belt, took a belt and hung himself,
Hung himself in the doorway of the apartment where he lived.
Rock, she thought him spiteful; Ler, he thought him pitiful,
Me, I've never been back to the apartment where he lived.
I've been to hell. I spell it...I spell it DMV.
Anyone that's been there knows precisely what I...mean.
Stood there and I've waited and choked back the urge to scream,
And if I had my druthers I'd screw a chimpanzee,
Call it -pointless.
When I need relief, I spell it THC,
Perhaps you may know vaguely what I mean.
I sit back and smoke away huge chunks of memory,
As I slowly inflict upon myself a full lobotomy,
Call it -pointless.
Barbecues, tea kettles, gobs of axle grease,
There comes a time for every man to sail the seas of cheese.
Now, life's a bowl of bagel dogs, but there are unpleasantries.
Cold toilet seats, dentist chairs and trips to DMV,
Call it -pointless.
I've been to hell. I spell it...I spell it DMV
Anyone that's been there knows precisely what I mean.
I've stood in line and waited near an hour and fifteen,
And if I had my druthers, I'd screw that chimpanzee,
Call it -pointless.
The old diamondback sturgeon came swimmin' along, minding his
business one day.
Rooting and sniffing and urging to spawn, in the mud flats of San
Pablo Bay.
A scent came around so he followed his snout, he found what was
to his surprise.
A golden morsel, a tidbit, a tight bunch of grass shrimp, was
there right before this buck's eyes.
He circle round twice and he took a big whiff, then sucked up
this savory meal.
Then came a jolt and to the diamondback's surprise, through his
lips cut the cold, barbed steel.
In a panic the old diamondback sped to the north, he sped to the
east, west and south.
But the harder he swam, he still could not break free, from the
"tugging" that pulled at his mouth.
The old diamondback sturgeon came swimmin' along, minding his
business one day.
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
them to be.
But you don't see me. No one can see me.
I pull my blinds, fill out my income tax form. Pen in hand I
write so legibly.
I have my kitty. His name is Allowishus, I stroke him, stroke
him....
But you don't see me. No one should see me
I pull the blinds, for the sun glares off my tele and I find it
quite so irritating.
I have my videos -loads of Ren and Stimpy. Bottom -a bit of
pornography.
But you don't see me. No one should see me.
Two, Three, Four...
Now listen up you know ya come home from working that nine to
five
lay yourself down on burgundy couch, you know, it never really
was burgundy.
It was red, and you painted with the goddamn sprinkler and
now you have bits and pieces of burgundy stuck to your but every
time
you get off of it. You never tell your family, you never tell
your
family because, you know, ol' Junior, he's got no brains, and
what can
you do? What can you do?
(And old Junior, you know, got a little crazy with that P.B.J.
that one day...??)
Grab yourself a can of pork soda
You'll be feeling just fine
Ain't nothin' quite like sittin' 'round the house
Swillin' down them Cans of swine
Ha ha ha! Yes, Dad's an idiot alright!
Well, alright, I'm really starting to worry about you. You had to
have
that two-car garage with the large driveway so you could park
that
goddamn boat in it. If it wasn't for the boat (blah blah blah)
I like Kansas wine...
Well maybe it's something simpler like your team lost,
Or you girlfriend used to be a guy?
I don't know. It's not like I'm a psychologist or anything.
By the light of the lamp I sit to type -my notes on tab at my
side.
I don't see the sun much these days, a fluorescent tan covers my
hide.
How much impact shall I have this time? My goal today is to reach
the deadline.
I write between the lines. I deal with fantasy.
I report the facts. Give them to me, please.
Ham and egg salad on white bread...keeps me company on nights
like this.
A pack of metholated cigarettes....keeps my air nice and thick.
When I write, words flow like coins from a candy box.
Get out of my way. I've got something to say!
The pulse is beating louder now.
The cramps in my hands grow more intense with each tik, tik, tap,
tap, tap, tap, tap on the keys.
My social life is at an end so it seems to be. Why don't I
trample on your lawn today?
I'll take skies of blue, turn over old skies of grey.
I write between the lines. I deal with fantasy.
I am the pressman. Acknowledge me!
Mother always told me never stray too far from home.
The little lady said, "Boy, you'll never have to be alone,
because..."
You build with fountain pen. You create the memory stain.
You are the pressman. Stand up straight, boy.
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. Krinkle, let's cruise the bastard boat.
Damn then sonsabitches with their gill-nets set afloat.
I flip on my tele and I watch the waters die. C'mon Mr. Krinkle
tell me why.
Hey, ho, Mr. Krinkle have you heard the brand new sound?
It's a cross between Jimi Hendrix, Bocephus, Cher and James
Brown.
It's called "Heavy Hometown."
New Wave, cold-filtered, low-calorie dry. C'mon Mr. Krinkle tell
me why.
It's incredibly hot in here today, incredibly hot in here.
The air is getting slipper and it's not to my surprise.
My heart, it beats irregularly and the sweat it fills my eyes.
I do not mind what I excrete 'cause I'm here to make a buck.
And those that cannot take the heat can take a flying....
Forgive me if I hesitate.
It's incredibly hot in here today, incredibly hot in here.
The dogs are barking merrily as Jerry sits on high.
If you've studied your Floyd properly, you'd know that pigs could
fly.
Now if you want an encore you might hear "It is Luck?"
But me, I'd rather play Residents, 'cause I don't give a....
Forgive me if I hesitate.
It's incredibly hot in here today, incredibly hot in here.
Now, Fatty, he's a hell of a guy but he sweats like a dancing
mule.
He likes to hang out at Checker Gas with the Chets he knew from
high school.
He sold enough crystal meth to buy a stepside truck.
But if you ask me twice I'd say the boy ain't worth a....
Forgive me if I hesitate.
It's incredibly hot in here today, incredibly hot in here.
Ler? Bangee Boy...
The act of perspiration is far beyond control.
If the heat compels to aspirate please try not to miss the bowl.
If sweatiness makes you horny, well darlin' I think you're in
luck.
'Cause all this clever banter gives me the urge to !!!!