let's muddy up the waters
but i don't mean get the blues
froggy jump in muddy puddles
after stripping socks and shoes
we may get a little dirty
when the fever starts to rise
gonna climb into your brain
and start to bake some sweet mud pies
you just take a little water
and you take a little dirt
when you mix them both together
its with nature that you flirt
there's no use in bringing napkins
we'll be drawing lots of flies
gonna romp and stomp around
and start to bake some sweet mud pies
ain't got time to take a shower
ain't got time to take a bath
to high heaven we'll be stinking
and enjoy the aftermath
we will lay around and wallow
like a pig who's won first prize
gonna ditch that birthday cake
and start to bake some sweet mud pies
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