As I went home on Monday night as as drunk could be I saw a horse outside the door where my old should be Well, I me wife and I said to her, Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that outside the door where my old horse should be?
Ah, you're drunk, you're you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a sow that me mother sent to me Well, it's a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more But a saddle on a sow sure I saw before
And as I went home on night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a coat behind the door my old coat should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her, Will you kindly to me Who owns that coat behind the where my old coat should be?
Ah, drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a woolen blanket that me sent to me Well, it's a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more But in a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Wednesday as drunk as drunk could be I saw a pipe up on the where my old pipe should be Well, I called me wife and I to her, Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that pipe up on the chair my old pipe should be?
Ah, you're drunk, drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day traveled a hundred miles or more But in a tin whistle sure I never saw before
And as I went on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old should be Well, I called me wife and I to her, Will you kindly tell to me Who them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be?
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you old fool, still you can not see two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've traveled a miles or more But laces in pots I never saw before
And as I went home on Friday as drunk as drunk could be I saw a head upon the bed where my old head be Well, I called me and I said to her, Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that head the bed where my old head should be?
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, you can not see That's a baby boy that me sent to me Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred or more But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw
And as I went home on Saturday night as as drunk could be I saw two hands her breasts where my old hands should be Well, I me wife and I said to her, Will you kindly tell to me Who owns them hands upon breasts where my old hands should be?
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, you can not see That's a lovely night gown that me mother to me Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred or more But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw
As I went home on night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a thing inside her thing my old thing should be Well, I called me and I said to her, Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that thing inside your where my old thing should be?
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, you can not see That's but a hammer that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred or more But a hammer with a head like I never saw before