| Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
|
| Three piggies standing in the dock
|
| Their pockets all empty and bare
|
| Their futures, their homes, nowhere
|
| With egos they decide to lead
|
| With stupidity they bruise and bleed
|
| What comfort they could have had
|
| Now gone and up for grabs
|
| Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
|
| Three piggies standing in the dock
|
| Snouts all bloody and red
|
| They should have said goodbye instead
|
| Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
|
| Three piggies standing in the dock
|
| Pockets all empty and bare
|
| Their futures, their homes, nowhere
|
| With egos they decide to lead
|
| With stupidity they bruise and bleed
|
| What comfort they could have had
|
| Is now gone and up for grabs
|
| Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
|
| Three piggies standing in the dock
|
| Snouts all bloody and red
|
| They should have said goodbye instead |