| Hog child bringin' myself down
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| Hog child, there’s one in every town
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| No one seems to know why you’re around
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| Yeah
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| You think you’re wild, yes, you think you are
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| Lard piled up inside your car
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| Hide at the backstage, go grab yourself a star
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| Teen time magazines, you have them all
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| Pictures of them all you have up on your wall
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| Oh yeah
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| Oh, plaster casters card up on your door
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| Seems they just don’t want to anymore
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| Whoo, falling down, you bounce across the floor
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| Hog child, what you gonna do?
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| Piggy woman, is this really you?
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| Don’t be sad now, just reduce your blues
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| And all so soon you’ll find
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| How to leave these bungling zeppelin blues behind
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| Hog child blues behind
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| Yeah |