Jelly Green Three Little Pigs Lyrics

Three Little Pigs Lyrics

Why don't you sit right back, and I, I may tell you a tale.
A tale of 3
little pigs and a...big...BAD... WOLF!
Well, the first little piggy, well,
he was kinda hick,
He spent most of his days just a-dreamin' of the
city,
And then one day, he bought a guitar,
He moved to Hollywood to
become a star,
But living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city,
Built
his house outta straw, what a pity,
Then one day, jammin' on some
chords,
Along came the wolf, knockin' on his door.
''Little pig, little
pig, let me in.''
''Not by the hair of my chiny-chin-chin.''
''Little
pig, little pig, let me in.''
''Not by the hair of my
chiny-chin-chin.''
''Well, I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house
in. Huff and puff and blow your house in.
Huff and puff and blow your house
in. Huffin' and a-puffin' and I'll blow your house in!''
Well, the second
little piggy, well, he was kinda stokin',
Spent most of his days just-a
ganja smokin',
Hoppin' and a-boppin' down on Venice Beach,
Gettin' paid
money for religious speech,
Built his shelter from what he garbage
picked,
Mostly made up of old cans and sticks,
Then one day he was
crankin' out Bob Marley,
Along came the wolf on his big, bad
Harley.
''Little pig, little pig, let me in.''
''Not by the hair of my
chiny-chin-chin.''
''Little pig, little pig, let me in.''
''Not by the
hair of my chiny-chin-chin.''
''Well, I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow
your house in. Huff and puff and blow your house in.
Huff and puff and blow
your house in. Huffin' and a-puffin' and I'll blow your house in!''
Well,
the third piggy was a grade A student,
His daddy was a rock star named Pig
Nugent,
Earned his Master's Degree from Harvard College,
Built his house
from his architect knowledge,
A tri-level mansion, Hollywood
Hills,
Daddy's rock stardom paid for the bills,
Then one day came the old
house masher,
The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher,
''Little pig,
little pig, let me in.''
''Not by the hair of my
chiny-chin-chin.''
''Little pig, little pig, let me in.''
''Not by the
hair of my chiny-chin-chin.''
''Well, I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow
your house in. Huff and puff and blow your house in.
Huff and puff and blow
your house in. Huffin' and a-puffin' and I'll blow your house in!''
Well,
the big bad wolf, well, he huffed and he puffed all that he could,
And low
and behold the little piggy's house stood,
''It's made out of concrete,''
the little piggy shouted,
The wolf just frowned as he pouted,
So they
called 9-11, like any piggy would,
They sent out Rambo just as fast as they
could,
Rambo: Yo, wolf face, I'm your worst nightmare! Your ass is
mine!
Well, the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see,
And that's the end
of story for you and me,
But still give a listen, you just may,
Hear the
big wolf and little piggies say,
''Little pig, little pig, let me
in.''
''Not by the hair of my chiny-chin-chin.''
''Little pig, little
pig, let me in.''
''Not by the hair of my chiny-chin-chin.''
''Well, I'll
huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in. Huff and puff and blow your
house in.
Huff and puff and blow your house in. Huffin' and a-puffin' and
I'll blow your house in!''


And the moral of the story is that bands
with no talent
Can easily amuse idiots with a stupid puppet show.