Scruff and her back and behind
All have stains from splashing mud unrefined
It starts, with a bow
The crowd is getting bouncier
Then comes on the ol' bong and the round
Is starting and I'm spread
From slipping dead ahead
And coloured gingerbread
Discolouration makes
Me look like a slob
Where I swim, get a grip or I'm swabbed
I've no grace
I get glaced
She's handsy for a smearer
Pushed over everywhere
This is vile, why did I condescend
The public hear me scream
No way I'll this redeem
It's way too brutal

Mud - makes me dun
Mud - I'm the man
But losing out to a mud wrestling bimbo

I've got to keep wrestling this norse
I've got to keep grappling this woman antrorse
I've had an elbowing, prolonged
I've mud up my nose and olfactory twang

I will exile 'for I yield
But this bimbo does as she please
Locks my head, third degree
My mind can hear them cheer her
And this is where my story of throes
Can no longer be stretched
I keel over and kvetch
She deals a wedgie, i retch
It's way too brutal

Mud - was a fan
Mud - now I'm damned!
I'm losing out to a mud wrestling bimbo

Mud - on my tan
Mud - have it banned!
I'm losing out to a mud wrestling bimbo