sweet talkin' my sugar
I try sweet talkin' my sugar at three a.m.
When she catches me sneakin’in, in the front door again.
Thinkin' fast of a way I can make amends
I say, "I was outside checkin' noises comin' from the pig pen".
"You can walk among pigs, even count them as friends
But like people, you fall they'll eat you before you can get up again.
And they smart, they know which side their bread is buttered
And if you wanna get milk from a cow you got to go to its udder.
And butter comes from an udder.
And that every boar's son has a mother
But not a one's got an udder.
Pigs know all that but they don't like to show it
Unlike some people who squawk and stutter
'Bout the price of pork bellies and cow butter."
I say that to my sugar
But I guess at three a.m. the time ain't right.
Life's a matter of timing if you want to avoid
A knockdown, drag-out fight.
I never want to fight with my sugar again.
I guess sweet talkin' ain't my friend.
And anyway I never had a chance to win
'Cause we don't have pigs let alone a pig pen.
It's hard to think straight at three a.m.
When you've never been in Wisconsin.
Maybe that's why I'm partial to margarine.