"Fallen In The Mud" lyrics

Cold and the dame, on a ride
With a cold in the back
And the dame, on the ride
With a cold in the back
And the dame, on the ride
With a cold in the back
And the dame, on the ride

And the cold in the back
And your dame on the ride
And the cold in the back
And your-
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
And the same in the back
And the racks at the tracks
The dame in the back

Shorty face down fallen in the mud
It's a trap sorted out like you're getting in the bathtub
Baby makers on my right left her crapped up
Baby brought the beach when you're doing it in the [?]

Shorty face down fallen in the mud
It's a trap sorted out like you're getting in the bathtub
Baby makers on my right left her crapped up
Baby brought the beach when you're doing it in the [?]

Shorty face down fallen in the mud
It's a trap sorted out like you're getting in the bathtub
Baby makers on my right left her crapped up
Baby brought the beach when you're doing it in the [?], yeah

Bongo, bongo, bongo
Bongo, bongo, bon-

Thinking to myself, "can I outrun the pigs"
We're 99 miles on 99 swigs of vodka
I'm feeling so fucking high
Joints in my mouth, and there's tears in my eyes
'Cause, my girl—she left me like last fucking week
She said I'm weak, then she kicked me out, right on the street
All my clothes were scattered everywhere
So I left, hopped in my car and went to bed
Woke up in a gas station and said to myself

It's time to pump, pump, pump, pump it
Pump, pump it right up
Time to pump, pump, pump, pump it
Pump, pump it right up
Time to pump, pump, pump, pump it
Pump, pump it right up
Time to pump, pump, pump, pump it
Pump, pump it right up