MUD

Mud is good,
It's dead good mud,
It's in me blood,
but where not understood,
us people of mud,
In the shadow of a gas tank and born on a mersey bank, i lived on cobbled streets dark and dank,
i played on a ship that sank, and for anything else i wouldnt thank....... you
On king street docks, girls in cheap frocks, curly locks, time tocks, the boat rocks,
The tanyard smell made life hell for all that dwell, under the bridge,
In Garston L19, its the scene, its clean, its where ive been, its not obscene or green, if you know what i mean.
Its community security sinceretey and every other word that ends with erity,
But its fallen apart,
dont lose heart.
I go into town when im down, it clears me frown,
I dont go in me jarmies or me dressin gown,
theres men with round bellies, toddlers in wellies,
posh ladies gather in their marks and spencer swagger,
Theres scouse brow teens, sunbed queens,
hunks and punks, lonely drunks,
suits in boots forgetting their roots and hens in toots,
Big issue sellers, statue fellas holding golf umbrellas,
coz of all the rain,
But its all good, coz we come from mud,
lets cheer, why?
coz im here,
Im me, me names T, and me hubbys P me best friends she..... lagh,
i like coffee and toffee and Roger Mcgoughy,
I like statistics logistics eyeshadow and lipsticks,
i like bags and wags and cigarette fags, but not beer,
Im fine on wine if i take me time,
i dont do a line, unless im hanging me washing on it,
I work in a bar, not far, i dont drive a car, and i dont say lar or kid or lad or lid or mar,
im proud and loud, dont live on a cloud, and i dont follow the crowd,
im a mum to some, Ive got a big round bum, but im me you see,
Im not square, i dye me hair, i swear but you can take me anywhere,
coz i care, 
Im good,
Im mud, its in me blood,
understood