| It was an evening in November, As I very well remember, I was strolling down the street in drunken pride, But my knees were all a-flutter, And I landed in the gutter And a pig came up and lay down by my side.Yes, I lay there in the gutter Thinking thoughts I could not utter, When a colleen passing by did softly say ‘You can tell a man who boozes By the company he chooses’— And the pig got up and slowly walked away. |
You Can Tell a Trainer By the Company That They Keep
