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Three Little Pigs Lyrics By Green Jelly

    spoken
    why don’t you sit right back
    and i i may tell you a tale
    a tale of three little pigs
    and a big bad wolfff

    well the first little piggy well he was kinda hip
    he spent most of his days just a dreamin of the city
    and then one day he bought a
    he moved to hollywood to become a star
    but living on the farm he knew nothing of the city
    built his house out of straw what a pity
    and then one day jammin on some chords
    along came the wolf knocking on his door

    little pig little pig let me in
    not by the hair of my chinny chin chin
    little pig little pig let me in
    not by the hair of my chinny chin chin
    well i’m huffin i’m puffin i’ll blow your house in
    huffin puffin blow your house in
    huffin puffin blow your house in
    huffin and a puffin and i’ll blow your house in

    well the second little piggy well he was kinda stoked
    he spent most of his time just a ganga smokin
    huffin and a puffin down on venice beach
    getting paid money for religious speech
    he built his shelter from what he garbage picked
    mostly made up of old cans and sticks
    then one day he was cranking out bob marley
    and along came the wolf on his big bad harley

    well the third little piggy the grade a student
    his daddy was a rock star named pig nugent
    earned his masters degree from harvard college
    built his house from his architect knowledge
    a trilevel mansion hollywood hills
    daddy’s rock stardom paid for the bills
    and then one day came the old house smasher
    the big bad wolf the little piggy slasher

    well the big bad wolf
    well he huffed and he puffed all that he could
    and low and behold the little piggy’s house stood
    it’s made out of concrete the little piggy shouted
    the wolf just frowned as he pouted
    so they called nineeleven like any piggy would
    the sent out rambo just as fast as they could

    rambo
    yo wolfface i’m your worst nightmare your ass is mine

    gunshots

    well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see
    so that’s to end the story for you and me
    if you still give a listen you just may here a big wolf or little piggy
    say

    a little different
    and the moral of the story is ‘ a band with no talent can easily amuse
    idiots with a stupid puppet show

    Artist: Green Jelly

    Year: 1993

    Decade: 90s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 241