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