Came into town ready to playBut Matt said, « Sorry – the show’s not today »Went to some punks’ house and heard GBHBut we were thrown out when their mother came homeHopped in the Mule and drove through the swampsRan out of gas for the 15th timeWaited around, hitched a rideWe got a jug and put a gallon insideThen we rode away on our yellow MuleBut Reardon f~cked up and we ran out of fuelWent to McDonalds on a Wednesday nightMy friends were bored, their conversation triteBut I had come for a bite of a filet-o-fishColin said that it couldn’t be beatLost his appetite smelling Roger’s feetPlayed a lousy show in B-TownBut we got to watch Gitter’s place burn downWe – we rode in on a MuleO mais ouiWe rode a Mule