[Spoken:]
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.


[Chorus:]
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. (I find that extremely offensive!) 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
befound.


[Chorus]


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 (What'd her paw have to say? Shut up when
he's a-talkin'!) 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!"
(You mean?)