"Pig in a Blanket" -- Music and Lyrics by Martin Mull

I remember the concert ended early
We ran out of things we knew
As the boys went to the car
Me, I ambled for the bar
I found sixteen drunken Mexicans and you
And I just drank enough until 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
And 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 until 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 friends 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

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