I met her in the Stone Age sort of pregnant; I can still recall the Stassin pin she wore; She was crawlin' through the prairie with Miss Piggy, and I knew that she was rotten to the core; I knew deep down I'd swear off booze forever; She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye; But who'd have thought she'd sky dive with my best friend; She sealed me in the vault and smirked goodbye.