With a smile on his face
And a gap between is teeth
He walks happily along
Stroking his long, flowing black hair.
Six foot two and rippled he is.
His speech almost unintelligible
It is definitely unintelligent.
His white tee shirt is dirtied
And the pits are soaked in sweat.
A hard working guy
That Mullet Man is.
As he strolls along with his wife,
Who also happens to be his cousin,
You notice his carefree attitude.
And you think to yourself,
The one day and for one day only,You would want to be the Mullet Man.