Good God. This conjures up memories of delivering newspapers in about 1963 with my friend Lenny Baldauf. He knew The Ballad of Piss Pot Pete and could recite most of it to the astonishment and delight of me and the other guys in our crowd. Lenny's version had been adapted to the Louisville Ky locale.
"Outof the hills of Beargrass Creek
Come a rugged-ass bastard...Piss Pot Pete!
Boogers in his beard and shit on his feet
and 97 pounds of swingin' meat

Interesting how the quantity of "swingin' meat" varies from version to version, isn't it?