Green Jellÿ - Three Little Pigs lyrics
[Green Jellÿ - Three Little Pigs lyrics]
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 guitar
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 tri level 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 nine-eleven
Like any piggy would
The 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 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
" And the moral of the story is
' A band with no talent can easily amuse
Idiots, with a stupid, puppet show "
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 guitar
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 tri level 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 nine-eleven
Like any piggy would
The 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 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
" And the moral of the story is
' A band with no talent can easily amuse
Idiots, with a stupid, puppet show "