Yup.
The Internet's worse than an elephant, it never forgets.
"BTW, Googles really got the goods on our boy Mud:"
Jesus, so it does.
That boy'd better hope his wife doesn't learn how to use computer search engine, that's all I gotta say.
If she ever does, that'll be precisly the instant his bullshit will come to a screeching halt & meet it's Waterloo.
He'll be *finished* & homeless & he ain't stayin' with me.
...how you guys fixed for space?
After twenty years together
Fightin' fer what is Right
So she went to her mother's
And I went for a drive
Down that old familiar highway
Just a few miles out of town
To that run-down one-room tavern
That used to be my stompin' grounds
When I pulled into the driveway
Everything still looked the same
And I couldn't wait to down a few
And hear that jukebox ring
But when I walked in through the doorway
There stood some kind of maitre d
And he looked me up, and he looked me down, and said,
"Can I help you please?"
(And I said)
chorus:
What'd you do with those swingin' doors?
And where's the sawdust on the floor?
Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties?
From where I stand I can't believe my eyes
And whose idea was it to hang these ferns?
This brand-new bar don't have a single burn
I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
I wanna Party that knows BigGuv'ment's Wrong!!
When I looked into the corner
Where the jukebox once stood proud
Some clown was playin' records...
Too fast, too long, and too loud
Well it must've been a big mistake
To try to speak my mind
But Ol' JimRob's tellin' me to leave,
I said, "Sir, take yer time..."
(repeat chorus)
What'd you do with those swingin' doors?
And where's the sawdust on the floor?
Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties?
From where I stand I can't believe my eyes
And whose idea was it to hang these ferns?
This brand-new bar don't have a single burn
I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
I wanna Party that knows BigGuv'ment's Wrong!!
...I guess I don't belong
Without a jukebox and a country song
Pre...MUD