strange day

strange day. strange day. strange day in hogsville

u.s.a. i remember when i rode into town that morning in december of forty-eight

oh

bitter cold. i had on my parka

my sheepskin coat and my brown and white spectator pumps

cut quite a figure if i do say so. huh

cute

first thing i spied was a poster. there's going to be a dance

the second hogsville dandy-steppin' ball and frog happin; contest. drag

strange day. strange day. strange day in hogsville

u.s.a. i'm goin' to start off but there weren't no lady folk in sight

i figured they was all up a-primpin' for the dance and being a man of no small charms with the ladies myself

i decided to park old paint and change my socks - from him to me

so did old paint

but there were no gals for miles around

not one gal in the whole darn town

so

if you want to go dancin'

just look around for the next best thing that can be found

strange day. strange day. strange day in hogsville

u.s.a. that's right. i soon found there wasn't no women nowhere

fellows goin' to the dance was takin' some of the strangest things

one was takin' a broom

all dressed up in a pinafore

bleached straws

looked kinda cheap to me

another was totin' a picture of a girl

he'd been goin' with that picture so long he thought real girls folded in the middle

now i was getting depressed

but then i spied the cutest little thing you ever saw

givin' me the eye from underneath the waterin' trough

had little eyes

curly tail

and the dearest little pointed ears you ever seen

i grabbed her paw

and we wobbled into the dance. the minute we get into the dance the music stopped and a feller said

wait a minute! that's the sheriff's gal!"