A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in one of them Yukon halls,
And the boy that played the music box was placidly scratching his balls,
When out of the night as dark as a bitch, and into the din and the mob,
There stumbled a stranger fresh up from the crick with a rusty old load in his knob.
His pants were split and covered with shit and his balls they swung to and fro.
I can't remember the rest of it but would like to see it.