I like the down home cookin', vinegar and beans
I'm gettin' diarrhea, drop my Levi jeans
Squat like a squaw on my new buddy's face
Muddy up his throat [?], lovin' this Mudd Club place
Oh yeah

They call me Mister (Mister), Mister Mudd
'Cause my mud is thicker, thicker than crud

If you need a deposit, ain't talkin' about a bank
If you like it runny, if you like it rank
Come on by my Mudd Club, bring out your appetite
Two big bowls of red beans and I'm ready for the night

Mister (Mister), Mister Mudd
'Cause my mud is thicker than crud
Mister Mudd
(Mister, mister) Thicker than crud
(Ooh) Mister Mudd

(They call me Mister Mudd
They call me Mister Mudd)
Oh yeah
(They call me Mister Mudd
Mister Mudd, yeah yeah)
Y'all come down my outhouse and see ya sometime!
There ain't no door
Just lift the seat and crawl down in
24/7, I'll be down there waitin'!