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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