Never again will I see Bern trying to usurp me on the Nook 
Some little voice was always telling her that she could be a Pooh-Bah
Bern was just so afraid of posting, for two weeks (two weeks)
Didn't anyone ever tell her that you never know when you're gonna lose??

Now I'll meet you in the mud
Meet you in the mud
Meet you in the mud
Summer, Summer

I remember the day you told me that you had wanted my title
She rode out to Falcon Ridge until she spotted the mud in the pit
"This is my cue, my Nookers, that I didn't really mean it"
How were we supposed to know as we stood in the mud
That you really meant it?

I'll meet you in the mud
I'll meet you in the mud
Summer, Summer

We hung your towel where all could see it
We hung it so it could dry
Me and Camp Nields spend all of our nights trying to figure out why
But what are we for, if not for this? We've said that so many times before.
You can't always pick a fight about titles, but I've fought you.
And I've triumphed once more

I'll meet you in the mud
I'll meet you in the mud
I'll meet you in the mud
I'll meet you in the mud
Summer, summer, summer, summer

I'll meet you in the mud