Okay, Michelle...you made me sit here by my computer for 15 minutes
listening over and over again to that song till I had all the words
right and now i will have to try to get to sleep with that song
playing over and over and over...

I have this recorded on my Mac as an AIFF file - I'll see if I can
turn it into an MP3 or something and maybe make it available to share.

Enjoy...

Pig in a Blanket (Martin Mull)

The concert ended early, we ran out of things we knew.
As the boys went to the car, well, me, I ambled for the bar.
I found sixteen drunken Mexicans and you.

And I just drank enough till she looked good to me.
And by the morning, I was sorry that I drank it.
Waking up where I did not intend to be,
between the sheets with a pig in a blanket.

I woke up the following morning (folks) with such a pounding in my head.
Oh the room was such a mess, strewn with pieces of your dress.
So I grabbed that trusty old six pack by my bed.

And I just drank enough till she looked good to me.
(tell the truth children)
And by the afternoon I was well aware that I had drank it.
Waking up where I did not intend to be,
cheek to cheek, with a pig in a blanket.

My friend said, "Roy, you'd be much better off to just go home and yank it."
But no, here I am, man and wife, with a pig in a blanket.