I came home on Saturday night,
As drunk as I could be.
And there was a hat upon the rack,
Where my hat ought to be.
So I said to my wife, the curse of my life,
"Explain this thing to me,
Whose is that hat upon the rack,
Where my hat ought to be?"
Oh, you're drunk you fool,
You're as drunk as a (slang deleted) can be,
That's not a hat upon the rack,
But a chamber pot you see."
