Jeffrey Lewis, The Junkyard - Good Old Pig, Gone to Avalon lyrics
[Jeffrey Lewis, The Junkyard - Good Old Pig, Gone to Avalon lyrics]
I had a pig, it really was a sight
When it was dark he glowed at nite
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
He had a tail that curled around three times
Helen: He clapped whenever a curl
Was thrown at a swine
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
If you've ever wondered what
The colour pink's about
All you have to do is see his snout
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
He got so big he thought he was a jeep
He used to give old ladies
Rides down to the beach
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
I never saw a pig as half as cute
Not just that, but pretty darn astute
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
Some said his name was Jasper
Some said Jason
It all depended on which way he's facing
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
Well when music played you ought
To see him wiggling
Despite his age he always acted like a piglet
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
Towards Avalon one day he disappeared
I got a postcard, "Feeling fine
Wish you were here"
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon to Avalon
When it was dark he glowed at nite
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
He had a tail that curled around three times
Helen: He clapped whenever a curl
Was thrown at a swine
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
If you've ever wondered what
The colour pink's about
All you have to do is see his snout
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
He got so big he thought he was a jeep
He used to give old ladies
Rides down to the beach
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
I never saw a pig as half as cute
Not just that, but pretty darn astute
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
Some said his name was Jasper
Some said Jason
It all depended on which way he's facing
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
Well when music played you ought
To see him wiggling
Despite his age he always acted like a piglet
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon
Towards Avalon one day he disappeared
I got a postcard, "Feeling fine
Wish you were here"
Good old pig, a long time gone
On his way to Avalon to Avalon