I ask my love on bended knee,
“Sweetheart will you marry me?”
To which I heard a quick reply..
“Yes, as soon as pigs can fly.”

So I looked high, and I looked low
for a real smart pig, and do you know.,
I found that pig sitting in a sty,
And in a week or two taught him to fly.

I showed the pig to my love, and then,
Asked her to marry me once again.
She said, “I’m sorry, but I lied..
When hell freezes over, I’ll be your bride.

Now, this next part Is sad to tell,
She got sick and died, and went to hell.
Her cold heart, turned hell to ice,
She’s waiting for me. Now ain’t that nice?