When a group of young fellows gather around
To drink some good wine, or whatever they’ve found
It’s always so common they all talk such tripe
About beautiful ladies, while smoking the pipe!

And speaking of ladies, have you heard this one here
About that one lady not at all far from here
Who went to a party, like only last week
And drank so much brandy that she fell into the creek

Oh, she survived the fall, so please do not fret
But while in one piece, she was woozy and wet
So she ran to her home and undressed in haste
But then noticed a man with his eyes on her waist

So she screamed out aloud and ran out the door
Only to stumble and fall on the floor
So I gathered my wits and took up her blouse
And covered her up, right there in my house

And the young men all smiled and rose from their chairs
Such a queer story, much better than theirs!
And the editor there wants it right on his spread
“But hey,” I reply, “That’s just what she said!”