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.