Throw away your pomp Romping through the swamp Romping through the swamp in the month of May Wading through the slimy ooze You can drive away your blues Romping through the swamp Toking on your womp Lying in the swamp Looking at the ways glaze haze can raise You can be a muddy satyr Wrestling with an alligator Romping through the swamp You can spend your time Covered up in slime Saying I love you to the rot and goo Lurching through the quagmire Head aflame with swamp fire Romping through the swamp