Pigs (Three Different Ones)

Big man, pig man

Ha-ha, charade you are

Whoo!

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

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 handgun

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