Green Jellÿ - Three Little Pigs

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Three Little Pigs

Original songwriter: Marc Levinthal, William Charles Manspeaker

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 wolf

Well the first little piggy well he was kind of hick

He spent most of his days just a dreamin' of the city

And then one day he bought a guitar

He moved to Hollywood to become a star

Well living on the farm he knew nothing of the city

Built his house out of straw what a pity

Then one day jamming 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

Blow it little

Blow it little

Blow you all pig

Well the second little piggy for he was kind a stokin'

Spent most of his day just a ganja smokin'

Huffin' and a puffin' down on Venice Beach

Gettin' paid money for religious speech

Built his shelter from what he garbage picked

Mostly made up of old cans and sticks

Then one day he was crankin' up on Marley

Along came the wolf on his big bad Harley

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

Blow it little blow it little blow you all pig

Well the third little piggy is a grade A student

His daddy was the rock star named Pig Nugent

Earned his masters degree from Harvard College

Built his house from his architect knowledge

A tri level mansion

Hollywood Hills

Daddy's rock stardom paid for the bills

Then one day came the old house matcher

The big bad wolf the little piggy slasher

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 blow your house in

Huffin' puffin' blow your house in

Huffin' puffin' blow your house in

Blow it little blow it little blow you all pig

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 a concrete the little piggy shouted

The wolf just frowned as he pouted

So they called nine eleven like any piggy would

They sent out Rambo just as fast as they could

Yo' wolf face

I'm your worst nightmare

Your ass is mine

Well the wolf fell dead as you could plainly see

And that's the end of this story for you and me

You still give a listen you just may

Hear the big wolf and little piggy say

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

I'm huffin' I'm puffin'

I blow your house in

Huffin' puffin' blow your house in

Huffin' puffin' blow your house in

Huffin' puffin' blow your house in

Huffin' puffin' blow your house in

Huffin' and I'm puffin' and I blow your house in

Huffin' puffin' blow your house in

Huffin' and I'm puffin' and I blow your house in

And the moral of this story is that bands with no talent

Can easily amuse idiots with a stupid puppet show

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