FOUR WET PIGS

Here's a little song about four wet pigs
Here's a little song about four wet pigs
Two of em little and two of em big
They danced all night at the pigtown jig

The two that were little were just half-grown
The two that were big were big as a barn
Big as a barn, tall as a tree
Take em on down to the factory

Slice em into bacon, chop em into ham
Cut em into pork chops, squeeze em into spam
Throw their little eyes out in the rain
Pickle their feet and scramble their brains

Here's a little song about two wet pigs
Standin' by the slop trough smokin' their cigs
Hopin' to God that they never get big
They danced all night at the pig town jig

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BAD BOY

Bad boy was headed for work, well he wasn't where he wanted to be
He was takin' a little shortcut, when he saw that money tree
Bad boy braked to a halt and he dug in his pockets for change
He called in sick and told the boss that the flu had him doubled in pain

Chorus:
Oh bad boy you are bad
You're so low down that you lie to old ladies
Oh bad boy you are bad
There's sunshine on the grass where for years it was shady

Bad boy looked that tree up and down and he went up and rang the bell
Swore to the lady at the door if the tree fell it'd be hell
Bad boy told her "it's dangerous, but you're lucky that I'm so nice"
"Cause I'll cut it down for you cheap" then he doubled the normal price

Oh bad boy you are bad
You're so low down that you lie to old ladies
Oh bad boy you are bad
There's sunshine on the grass where for years it was shady

Bad boy cut that tree on down, told the lady it was no good to burn
Said for an extra hundred it'd be gone when she returned
Bad boy took that walnut tree in eight-foot lengths to the mill
He cut it up and sold it all and he's laughin' about it still

Oh bad boy you are bad
You're so low down that you lie to old ladies
Oh bad boy you are bad
There's sunshine on the grass where for years it was shady
There's sunshine on the grass where for years it was shady