As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk be I saw a horse outside the where my old horse should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her, Will you kindly to me Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse be?
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you old fool, still you can not see That's a lovely sow that me mother to me Well, it's many a day I've a hundred miles or more But a on a sow sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Tuesday as drunk as drunk could be I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat be Well, I called me wife and I said to her, you kindly tell to me Who owns that coat behind the where my old coat should be?
Ah, you're drunk, drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see a woolen blanket that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've a hundred miles or more But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw
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 me wife and I said to her, Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that pipe up on the where my old pipe should be?
Ah, you're drunk, drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a lovely tin whistle that me sent to me Well, it's many a day I've traveled a miles or more But tobacco in a tin sure I never saw before
And as I home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw two beneath the bed where my old boots should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her, you kindly tell to me Who owns boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be?
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, you can not see They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother to me Well, it's a day I've traveled a hundred 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 the bed where my old head should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her, Will you kindly to me Who owns that head upon the bed 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 me mother sent to me Well, it's a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I saw before
And as I went on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw two hands upon her breasts 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 your breasts where my old should be?
Ah, drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a lovely night gown that me sent to me Well, it's a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more But fingers in a night gown sure I saw before
As I went home on Sunday 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 that thing inside your thing where my old thing should be?
Ah, you're drunk, drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's nothing but a hammer that me mother to me Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or But a hammer with a head that I never saw before