A theme song for Mudcat Gatherings. Priceless. Mo verses please, as in the tradition of spirituals.

Who dat man his face all red?
Must be de one de bullshit said.
Why he look so mad today?
Mus be de bullshit some Catter have say.

Who dat girl her spelling bad,
Must be too much of de bullshit had.
Type so fast she spill her min'
Down in de bullshit lookin' to fin'.

Who dat Guest I see again?
Nonnamus flamer, or nonnamus frien'.
Dat his post I see las' night?
Down in de bullshit, no one right.

Have some time, I like to kill,
Down to de bullshit, go I will.
Time she pass, I don' know,
Time get lost when you stuck below.

Got some opinions, 'times I rants,
Down in de bullshit you get yo chance.
Say it easy, say it mean,
Down in de bullshit no hands be clean.

Now dey say dey's folkies, and po-liti-cal,
Gots to argue, shoot de bull.
Us likes blues, we got de clue--
Down in de bullshit only music true.

~Susan