Pigs (3 Different Ones ) Lyrics

Pigs (3 Different Ones )

Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
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.
When you're 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 hand gun.
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.