Well the first little piggy
Well he was a kinda hicky
Spent most of his day
Just dreamin' about the city
Then one day he bought a guitar
He moved to Hollywood to become a star
Living on a farm he knew nothing of the city
Built his house out of straw what a pity
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 on my chinny chin chin
I'm huffing
I'm puffing
I'll blow your house in
Huffing
puffing
blow your house in
Huffing
puffing
blow your house in
Huffing and puffing and I'll blow your house in
Well the second little piggy
Well he was kinda stokin'
spent most of his days in the garden
Just smokin'
Huffin' and a puffin' down on Venice Beach
Getting paid money for religious speech
Built his shelter from only garbage picks
Mostly made up of old cans and sticks
Then one day he was cranking up a Marley
Along came the wolf on his big bad Harley
Little pig ...
Well the third little piggy
Grade a student
His daddy was a rock star named Pig Nugent
Earned his master's 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 housemaster
The big bad wolf
the little pigy slasher
Little 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 of concrete
the little piggy shouted
The wolf just growled as he pouted
So they called 911 like any piggy would
And they sent out Rambo
Just as fast as they could
Yo wolf-face I'm your worst nightmareYour ass is mine
Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see
And that's the end of the story
For you and me
Still give a listen you just may hear
The big bad wolf
The little piggies say:
Little pig ...
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