歌词
If it was raining whiskey by the shot
And you could keep all of it that you caught
As sure as little piggy's tails are pork
I'd be standing holding nothing but a fork
'Cause a one-legged man is bound to fail
If he tries to win a prize at kicking tails
That's the same lopsided odds that I keep bucking
If I married a hooker she'd quit ...?
If I were shipwrecked on some desert isle
Whith a hundred horny women running wild
Before they'd run their fingers through my hair
I'd probably fall asleep and wake up queer