It was early last september
As near as I remember
I was falling down the street with drunken pride
When I fell into the gutter
thinking thoughts I dare not utter
and a pig came up and lay down by me side.
As I lay there in that gutter thinking thoughts I dare not utter,
a fair young maid came by and she did say
you can tell a man who boozes by the company he chooses,
and that the pig got up and walked away.