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