Lyrics Three Little Pigs - Green Jellÿ

Three Little Pigs

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 kind of hipi
Spent most of his day just
Dreaming on the city
And then one day he bought a guitar
He moved to hollywood
To become a star
Living on the farm
He knew nothing of the city
Built his house on straw — what a pitty
Then one day
Jamming on some cords
Along came the wolf
Knocking on his door
Little pig, little pig, let me in
Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin x2
Well i’m huffing, i’m puffing
I’ll blow your house in
Huffing, Puffing, blow your house in x2
Huffing and I’m puffing, and I’ll blow your house in
Well the second little piggy
Well, he was kind of stocky
Spent most of his day
Just a gun just smoking
Huffing and a phuffing down the venize beach
Getting paid money for religious speech
Built his shelter from many garbage picks
Mostly made up of cans and sticks
Then one day he was cracking off a marley
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 x2
Well i’m huffing, i’m puffing
I’ll blow your house in
Huffing, Puffing, blow your house in x2
Huffing and I’m puffing, and I’ll blow your house in
Well the third little piggy
The great A student
His daddy was a rock-star
Named pig nuji
Earned his masters degree
From Harvard college
Built his house from his architect knowledge
A tri-level mansion hollywood hills
Daddy rockstart 'em
Pay for the bills
Then one day came the old house matcher
The big bad wolf, the little piggies slasher
Little pig, little pig, let me in
Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin x2
Well i’m huffing, i’m puffing
I’ll blow your house in
Huffing, Puffing, blow your house in x2
Huffing and I’m puffing, and I’ll blow your house in
Well the big bad wolf
Well he huffed
And he puffed all that he could
And hold, behold the little piggy 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
And thats the end of the story for you and me
It still gives a lesson, you just may
Hear the big wolf the little piggies say:
Little pig, Little pig, let me in
Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin x2
Well i’m huffing, i’m puffing
I’ll blow your house in
Huffing, Puffing, blow your house in x3
Huffing and I’m puffing, and I’ll blow your house in x4
And the moral of this story is
That bands with no talent can easily
Amuse idiots with a stupid puppet-show