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Beside Me I Dreamed I Stopped Smoking Might as Well Saturday Evening Down in Verdun
Car Keys Id Rather Walk Old Man Santo Spill Yer Guts
Carla I Tried Old Mutt Murphy Ten Years Younger
Couldnt We Joes Report from the AfterLife Perpetual Motion Water & Stone
Flower of the middle Class   Rosy Rear View When I was a Young Man

       

Old Mutt Murphy

Old Mutt Murphy

Old Mutt Murphy was a family man   (Old Mutt Murphy was a mean old man)

Kept his wife and kids in a garbage can   (Old Mutt Murphy was a mean old man)

Old Mutt Murphy was a business man   (Old Mutt Murphy was a mean old man)

Cooks his books in a frying pan   (Old Mutt Murphy was a mean old man)

 

Chorus:  Run boys run, it's Old Mutt Murphy

Coming down the mountain just as fast as he can

Calling for the sheriff and he's screaming bloody murder

Old Mutt Murphy was a mean old man

Mangy Old Mutt Murphy was a mean old man

 

Oh well he's heartless and he's shameless

He's spineless and he's brainless

He's a flat-headed, needle-nosed, one eyed, two faced

Dim-witted, loosely fitted, half-baked disgrace

Sour-pussed, feeble minded, rum soaked fat head

Hump backed, numbskull, brain dead in bred.

Old Mutt Murphy was a mean old man

Mangy Old Mutt Murphy was a mean old man.

 

Old Mutt Murphy lives up on the hill   (Old Mutt Murphy was a mean old man)

Got a lot of money and I guess he always will  (Old Mutt Murphy was a mean old man)

So Old Mutt Murphy bought a moonshine still  (Old Mutt Murphy was a mean old man)

Made more money and he drank his fill  (Old Mutt Murphy was a mean old man)

 

Chorus:  Run boys run, it's Old Mutt Murphy  etc.........

 

Well he's a sleazy lying cheat,

He's got big ears and smelly feet

He's a flat-footed, knock-kneed, bowlegged pigeon toed

Yellow bellied, lily livered, chicken hearted slippery toad

Two-bit, no good, washed up fourth rate

Loud mouthed wind-bag belly aching ingrate

Old Mutt Murphy was a mean old man

Mangy Old Mutt Murphy was a mean old man.

 

Well we're not saying Mutt Murphy's mean  (Old Mutt Murphy was a mean old man)

But he drowns little puppies in his washing machine  (Old Mutt Murphy was a mean old man)

And we're not saying Mutt Murphy's cheap  (Old Mutt Murphy was a mean old man)

He pays good money: eight cents a week  (Old Mutt Murphy was a mean old man)

 

Chorus:  Run boys run, it's Old Mutt Murphy  etc.........

 

If he's not lying, cheating or stealing

He's grave robbing or drug dealing

He's a boot-licking, money grubbing, back stabbing blood sucking

Penny-pinching, hare brained de-railed insane

Alcoholic, narcissistic, syphilitic half-wit

Stuck-up broken down, useless stupid vacuous twit!

Old Mutt Murphy was a mean old man

Mangy Old Mutt Murphy was a mean old man.

 

Bob Cussen  © 2010 (SOCAN)

 

 

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