John came staggerin’ in
With a sag in his grin
Smelled like old moonshine
And a bad night line
Tail tipped low
Paw-print slow
He missed the bin
And laughed again
Ooh, the whole porch knew
He was halfway gone
Ooh, one more step
And the joke went on
John is a drunk skunk
John is a drunk skunk
He wobbles, he bucks
Then he bumps your trunk
John is a drunk skunk
John is a drunk skunk
He stole my cheese
Then he fell in leaves
He wore a torn-up tie
And a one-eye squint
He tried to act tough
But the truth was dented
He tapped my boot
Said, “Friend, I’m fine”
Then spun in a circle
On a slanted line
Ooh, that little rascal
Can’t keep a pace
Ooh, he’s got beer on his breath
And mud on his face
John is a drunk skunk
John is a drunk skunk
He wobbles, he bucks
Then he bumps your trunk
John is a drunk skunk
John is a drunk skunk
He stole my cheese
Then he fell in leaves
Now don’t you judge him
He’s just having fun
But when the jug goes dry
That boy won’t run
He’ll tip his hat
And miss the gate
Then sing at the fence
At a quarter to late
John is a drunk skunk
John is a drunk skunk
He wobbles, he bucks
Then he bumps your trunk
John is a drunk skunk
John is a drunk skunk
He stole my cheese
Then he fell in leaves
John is a drunk skunk
John is a drunk skunk
What a little hunk
Of a drunk skunk
