It Was Early Last September

As Near As I Can Remember

While Strolling Down A Lane In Tipsy Pride

Not A Word Did I Utter

As I Lay Down In The Gutter

And This Pig Came Up And Lay There By My Side

Not A Soul Was I Disturbing

As I Lay There By The Curbing

When This High Toned Lady Come

And I Heard Her Say

You Can Tell A Man Who Boozes

By The Company He Chooses

And The Pig Got Up And Slowly Walked Away