I’ve got mud on my shoes
I’ve got a hole in my head
I’ve got mud on my shoes
I’ve got a hole in my head
It is high fashion
It is highly suspect
We’re one groove short of a record
Oh, we’re forty four
Yeah, we’re one groove short of a record
Oh, we’re forty four
We’ve got more substance
Than a chemist store
Oh, I don’t really care what you think about me
I’ve got better things to do than disagree
I spilled wine over your blue-prints
I lost your grand designs
I spilled wine over your blue-prints
I lost your grand designs
I’m gonna head straight down to nowhere
You know it’s gonna save some time
I’ve got mud on my shoes
I’ve got a hole in my head
I’ve got mud on my shoes
I’ve got a hole in my head
It is high fashion
It is highly suspect
It is high fashion
It is highly suspect