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Textes et Paroles de Four Wet Pigs




Here's a little song about four wet pigs,
Just a little song about four wet pigs.
Two are little, two are big,
They're all dancin' at the Mudtown Jig.

The two that're little, little as an ear of corn,
Two that're big are bigger than a barn,
Bigger than a barn, taller than a tree,
When they go to the factory.

Cut 'em into bacon, slice 'em into ham,
Chop 'em into hot dogs, squeeze 'em into Spam.
Throw their little eyes out in the rain,
Throw their little eyes out in the rain,
Throw their beady little piggy eyes out into the rain,
Pickle their feet and pickle their brains.
(Oooogh.)

Here's a little story about two wet pigs,
Standin' at the slop trough smokin' their cigs.
Wishin' to god they'd never get big,
Dancin' out their hearts,
Dancin' out their hearts,
Dancin' out their hearts at the Mudtown Jig.
(Dance little piggies.)

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