Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Three Little Bops, artist - Stan Freberg
Date of issue: 24.09.2014
Song language: English
The Three Little Bops |
Remember the story of three little pigs |
One played a pipe and the other danced gigs |
The three little pigs are still around |
But they’re playing music with the modern sound |
Three little pigs were in the groove |
Everything was running smooth |
The pigs were due for a big surprise |
For the wolf appeared with red rimmed eyes |
Oo you cool, oo you cool, oo you cool man cool |
Well sho he was friendly he shook their hand |
Announced he was joining up with the band |
Instead of starting an argument |
A one and a two and away they went |
The three little pigs were really gassed |
They’d never heard such a corny blast |
We’ve played in the west |
We’ve played in the east |
We’ve heard the most, but you’re the least |
Well the big bad wolf was really mad |
He wanted to play music and he wanted to play bad |
They stopped me before I could go to town |
so I’ll huff and puff and blow their house down |
The house of straw was blown away |
The pigs had to find another place to play |
Dew Drop Inn the house of sticks |
Three little pigs were giving out licks |
Well the piano playing pig was swinging like a gate |
Doing the Libarace on the 88 |
I wish my brother George was here |
The three little pigs were having a ball |
When the big bad wolf he entered the hall |
The big bad wolf he sat right down |
C’mon cats we’re going to town |
From the crowd came an angry shout |
Stop the music throw the square out |
The Big Bad Wolf was really sore |
If they’re going to get tough I’ll give them more |
They don’t know talent in this here town |
I’ll huff and I’ll puff and blow the place down |
Dew Drop Inn did drop down |
The three little pigs crawled out of the rubble |
This big bad wolf gives us nothing but trouble |
We won’t be bothered by his windy tricks |
The next place we play must be made of bricks |
Sturdy place this house of bricks |
Built in 1776 |
High class place with the high class crowd |
Sign on the door no wolves allowed |
The wolf was sore and fit to be tied |
He was sworn and determined to get inside |
He huffed and puffed at the house of bricks |
But the bricks are stronger than straw or sticks |
He huffed and puffed and bleeped and blooped |
And at 10: 00 was completely pooped |
When all of the sudden came a ray of hope |
I could disguise myself, boy what a dope |
Well the big bad wolf took it all in stride |
He figured out the way to get inside |
I’ll show those pigs that I’m not stuck |
If I can’t blow it down I’ll blow it up |
Well the big bad wolf was really gone |
And with him went his corny horn |
Went out of this world with out a trace |
Didn’t go to heaven it was the other place |
The big bad wolf he learned the rule |
You’ve got to get hot to play real cool |