Swamp Mushy Muddy Swamp Mushy Muddy Swamp Mushy Muddy For a more pleasant spot A grouch could never wish Swamp Mushy Muddy Swamp Mushy Muddy Swamp Mushy Muddy Is where grouches love to fish When I throw my pole in Or when I go trollin' I always catch a rubber tire or a pan It's ugly and smelly And awful And fishing is unlawful And the air is like my garbage can Oh, it's littered and crummy there Filth and ooze and debris So I lay on my tummy there In the slime is where I'm gonna be Swamp Mushy Muddy Swamp Mushy Muddy Where I can fish for trash That floats upon the foam Swamp Mushy Muddy, you're icky You're tacky, blach and yicky Mushy Muddy, disgusting and cruddy Swamp Mushy Muddy, you're my second home You can see the dead flies falling From a poison ivy bud It's revolting and appalling How I love my Mushy Mud! Mmmm
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