Three Little Pigs - Jo Lamb

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 of my chinny, chin, chin Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of 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 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 my chinny, chin, chin Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of 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 of my chinny, chin, chin Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of 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 nine-eleven, like any piggy would They sent out Rambo just as fast as they could Yo, wolf-face, I'm your worst nightmare Your ass is mine Well, the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see So, that's 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 my chinny, chin, chin Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of 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

Big man, pig man Ha-ha, charade you are Woo! You, well-heeled big wheel Ha-ha, charade you are And when your hand is on your heart You're nearly a good laugh Almost a joker With your head down in the pig bin Saying, "Keep on digging" Pig stain on your fat chin What do you hope to find Down in the pig mine? You're nearly a laugh You're nearly a laugh, but you're really a cry Bus stop rat bag Ha-ha, charade you are You, fucked up old hag Ha-ha, charade you are You radiate cold shafts of broken glass You're nearly a good laugh Almost worth a quick grin You like the feel of steel You're hot stuff with a hatpin And good fun with a handgun You're nearly a laugh You're nearly a laugh, but you're really a cry Hey you, Whitehouse Ha-ha, charade you are You, house proud town mouse Ha-ha, charade you are You're trying to keep our feelings off the street You're nearly a real treat All tight lips and cold feet And do you feel abused? You, gotta stem the evil tide And keep it all on the inside Mary, you're nearly a treat Mary, you're nearly a treat, but you're really a cry

Phantom legs and blinking pigs haunting me My long lost love and the memories of you These nights are haunting me I don't wanna run, I don't wanna leave Now that you're standing closer I don't wanna run, I don't wanna leave Was distance moan and a smell of home haunting me From the clouds above and the memory of you Though these nights are haunting me I don't wanna run, I don't wanna leave Now that you're standing closer I don't wanna run, I don't wanna leave Though these nights are haunting me I don't wanna run, I don't wanna leave Now that you're standing closer I don't wanna run, I don't wanna leave

Holy lamb See the world we started Is it so low again Like a light that's lost upon the stage So the more it shines, it goes away Surely then See the curtain rising to show us once again All the magic of the earth and the skies See the more we find The more we realise That every time See the laws of nature keep telling us like a friend It's the spirit of emotion dancing to the wind High above High above So sure inspired again I can tell a new story now Can we see through this mask of uncertainty Surely now How can it be so hard when all there is to know Don't be afraid of letting go It takes a loving heart To see and show This love For our own ecology Hold the light Hold the light Out of love we'll come a long long glorious way At the start of every day A child begins to play And all we need to know Is that the future is a friend of yours and mine