The Pig Got Up And Slowly Walked Away

The Pig Got Up And Slowly Walked Away - Frank Crumit

One evening in October

When I was about one-third sober

And was taking home a load with manly pride

My poor feet began to stutter

So I lay down in the gutter

And a pig came up and lay down by my side

Then we sang "It's All Fair Weather"

And "Good Fellows Get Together"

Till a lady passing by was heard to say

She says "You can tell a man who boozes

By the company he chooses"

And the pig got up and slowly walked away

Yes the pig got up and slowly walked away

Slowly walked away slowly walked away

Yes the pig got up and he turned and winked at me

As he slowly walked away

I also well remember

One evening in November

When there have

I was creeping home at break of day

For in my exhilaration

I engaged in conversation

With a cab-horse and on the corner of Broadway

I was filled up to the eyeballs

With a flock of gin and highballs

So I whispered to the cab-horse old and grey

I says It's these all-night homeward marches

That gave us both our fallen arches

And the old horse laughed and slowly walked away

Yes the old horse laughed and slowly walked away

Slowly walked away he slowly walked away

And the old horse laughed

And he turned and winked at me

As he slowly walked away

As he slowly walked away