Well, if your name's Mucky You can count yourself lucky That you're still walkin' round on four feet 'Cause I'll tell you right now Though I don't know how This is the first people right there in the street And it's rare that a pig Makes it back from a gig Without comin' at your physical harm And most be sayin' "Oh, I didn't know" And they wind up on that bacon farm I don't mind dressin' in black If I thought it would get your temperature back And if your name's Queep You're quite unique And it's taken you over the top Mr. Rogers and I Don't know the Messiah But since you walked into the shop Well if your name's Kent It's known that you're bent It's an actual, undeniable fact Cause the law 'round here It's got cloth ears So you never get caught in the act Well, I don't mind dressin' in blue If I thought it would make a difference to you There's nobody There's nobody There's nobody like you There's nobody There's nobody There's nobody like you If your name's Him Well, it's only a whim But you seem to be nowhere at all And if your name's Her And you're covered in fur And you're waiting for Him in the hall The stuff that you sell And the way that you smell Is to say the least, way out of place If I had a choice Between the fist and the voice You know, I'd push you right out of your face Well, I don't mind dressin' in green If I thought that you'd understand what I mean There's nobody There's nobody There's nobody like you