If you didn't care what happened to me, 
And I didn't care for you, 
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain 
Occasionally glancing up through the rain. 
Wondering which of the buggers to blame 
And watching for pigs on the wing. 

You know that I care what happens to you, 
And I know that you care for me too. 
So I don't feel alone, 
Or the weight of the stone, 
Now that I've found somewhere safe 
To bury my bone. 
And any fool knows a dog needs a home, 
shelter from pigs on the wing.