One night in late October, br When I was far from sober, br Returning with my load with manly pride, br My feet began to stutter, br So I lay down in the gutter, br And a pig came near and lay down by my side; br A lady passing by was heard to say, br 'You can tell a man who boozes, br By the company he chooses, ' br And the pig got up and slowly walked away.