One cold day in last October when I was far from sober
And carrying a load with manly pride.
My feet began to stutter so I laid down in the gutter
And a pig came by and laid right by my side.
So I warbled, "Tis fair weather when good fellows get together.
When a lady passing by was heard to say,
"You can tell a man who boozes by the company he
chooses."
And the pig got up and quickly walked away.
