Green Jelly 3 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 wolf

Well the first little piggy
Well he was kinda hick, 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 on my chinny, chin, chin
Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
Not by the hair on 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 gone just 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 on my chinny, chin, chin
Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
Not by the hair on 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 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 on my chinny, chin, chin
Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
Not by the hair on 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 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 911, like any piggy would.
The sent out Rambo, just as fast, as they could.

Yo, Wolf-face, I'm your worst nightmare
Your a__ is mine

Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see.
So 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 on my chinny, chin, chin
Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
Not by the hair on 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

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

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