Four Wet Pigs
Here's a little song about four wet pigs
Here's a little song about four wet pigs
Two of 'em little and two of 'em big
They danced all night at the Pigtown Jig
The two that were little were just half-grown
The two that were big were big as a barn
Big as a barn and tall as a tree
Took 'em right down to the factory
Slice 'em into bacon, chop 'em into ham
Roll 'em into hot dogs, squeeze 'em into Spam*
Throw their little eyes out in the rain
Pickle their feet and scramble their brains
Here's a little song about two wet pigs
Standin' by the slop trough, smokin' their cigs
Hopin' to God that they never get big
They danced all night at the Pigtown Jig
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