Have a little more of the greasy pig
Have a little more of the drunken binge

Feel good, feel good...
Miles from shame

From the spoil of the fatted squid
To the breathing of the lung is singed

From the bellow of a merchant in mire
Comes a cry for the leeward side

Have a little more of the drunken binge
Have a little more of the greasy pig

Keep the swine in the stomach side
Keep the sips in the one who slips