Greg Brown Four Wet Pigs Lyrics

Four Wet Pigs Lyrics

Here's a little song about four wet pigs,

Just a little song about four
wet pigs,

Two are little, two are big,

they're all dancing at the
Mud-time jig.

The two that are little, little as an ear of corn

The
two that are big, well they're bigger than a barn,

bigger than a barn,
taller than a tree,

Truck'em on down to the factory.

Cut 'em into
bacon, slice 'em into ham,

chop 'em into hot dogs, squeeze 'em into
spam.

Throw their little eyes out in the rain,

throw their little
eyes out in the rain,

throw their beady little piggy eyes out into the
rain.

Pickle their feet and pickle their brains.

Here's a little
song about two wet pigs,

standing at the slop trough, smoking their
cigs,

wishing to god they'd never get big

dancing out their hearts
at the Mud-time jig.

Wishing to god they'd never get big,

and
dancing out their hearts.

Dance little porkers!