Four Wet Pigs



Here's a little song about four wet pigs

Here's a little song about four wet pigs

Two of 'em little and two of 'em big

They danced all night at the Pigtown Jig



The two that were little were just half-grown

The two that were big were big as a barn

Big as a barn and tall as a tree

Took 'em right down to the factory



Slice 'em into bacon, chop 'em into ham

Roll 'em into hot dogs, squeeze 'em into Spam*

Throw their little eyes out in the rain

Pickle their feet and scramble their brains



Here's a little song about two wet pigs

Standin' by the slop trough, smokin' their cigs

Hopin' to God that they never get big

They danced all night at the Pigtown Jig



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