Two Kind Of Pig

Me brother, me sister, I tell you what me dig
In this confusing world there are two kind of pig
Two kind, two kind of pig

There are pigs that are big, there are pigs that are little
There are pigs on the edge, there are piggys in the middle

There are pigs in tall buildings, standing on the ledge
There are pigs on the pavement, there are hogs in the hedge

You wake up in the morning and you get out of bed
There's a pig in the closet, standing on his head
There's a pig in the shower, there's a pig in the sink
There's a pig in the toilet and a terrible stink
Everywhere you look, you're surrounded by pigs
It's a pink piggy world brother, can you dig!

There are pigs in stilettos, see them clipping down the street
Got a lipsticky grunt for every porker they meet

There's a pig on the drums, there's a pig on the fiddle
There are hogs on the spit, there's some bacon on the griddle

There are pigs of the day, there are pigs of the night
There are pigs packing heat that'll read you your rights

You walk through the city, pigs driving at speed
Pigs pounding the pavement trying to work off some greed
You see them in bus shelter sucking on tobacco stick
With their eyes in sunglasses, looking chic, looking chic
It's like you just got lost in the city of the damned
You think you might be smokin' but you just smoky ham

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