It was early in October
I was far from being sober
As I carried my load manly down the street
When my feet began to stutter
So I lay down in the gutter
And a pig came up and laid down by my side
Two gentlemen standing by discussing merry of the weather
And a woman passing by was heard to sigh
You can tell a man who boozes
By the company that he chooses
And the pig got up and slowly walked away