Mule...

Give me mule,
Give me fire,
Forty-chain is my desire.
Oh!

Dose your mule, it sees red,
It bucks you off, leaves you for dead,
Shoe is loose,
It scarcely bled...
- Mule sees red -
A hundred head through passage tight,
A horse for war,
And a mule for might,
To run all day and all-of-the-night.

Oh, the mule burns,
Mule is bucking skyward,
Hard, Loose, and Mean.
And it burns,
Churning hooves a-flailing,
Runing hot through soap and steam.

So give me Mule,
Give me fire,
Forty-chain is my de-sire!

Haw! Mule!
Buck hard, break the bones,
Light up the hooves & race for home,
Burn hard, bust your dome,
Yee-haw! (3X)

Around the corner running fast,
Brigands, Thugs, Mule-thieves,
Another death, no one grieves,
Yea, no one grieves, Aieeh!

Oh, the mule burns,
The first Veldter totem:
Mule is Hard, Loose, and Mean,
They shine without fire,
Change not for devils,
Unquenched burning,
Keep their honor clean.

Oh, Give me mule...
Give me fire,
Give me all,
As per my desire...
Yee-Haw...
White-eyed bright...

"Thunderous Veldter breakdown,
including eight-stringed banjo,
Twisted Horn, barrel-drums, and
'Call to dinner' on the harmonium."

Give me mule,
Oh, the mule burns ever,
Give me fire..
The mule burns,
My fond Desire.
The mule burns.
Mule is bucking skyward,
Hard, loose, and mean,
and it burns,
Churning up the roadway,
like nothing you've ever seen.
Give me mule,
Give me fire,
All that I de-sire...
Oh! Now I burn!