Green Jelly – Three Little Pigs 0

(Spoken)
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 hicky
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 chinny chin chin
Little pig little pig let me in
Not by the hair of 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 day just in ganja 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

Little pig little pig let me in
Not by the hair of chinny chin chin
Little pig little pig let me in
Not by the hair of 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 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

Little pig little pig let me in
Not by the hair of chinny chin chin
Little pig little pig let me in
Not by the hair of 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 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

(Rambo)
Yo wolf face I'm your worst nightmare your ass is mine

Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see
And thats to end the story for you and me
If you still give a listen you just may
Hear a big wolf or little piggy say

Little pig little pig let me in
Not by the hair of chinny chin chin
Little pig little pig let me in
Not by the hair of 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

And the moral of the story is a band with no talent can easily amuse idiots with a stupid puppet show oink oink