Piggies
Have you seen the little piggies
Crawling in the dirt
And for all those little piggies
Life is getting worse
Always having dirt to play around in.
Have you seen the bigger piggies
In their starched white shirts
You will find the bigger piggies
Stirring up the dirt
And they always have clean shirts to play around in.
And in their styes with all their backing
They dont care what goes on around
And in their eyes theres something lacking
What they needs a damm good whacking.
Yeah, everywhere theres lots of piggies
Playing piggy pranks
And you can see them on their trotters
Down at the piggy banks
Paying piggy thanks
To thee pig brother
- everybody: -
Everywhere theres lots of piggies
Living piggy lives
You can see them out for dinner
With their piggy wives
Clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon.
One more time!
song performed by by George Harrison
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Little Piggy
A little way back
where the end meets the road
Turn your back
& I might reload
A bullet in your head
& one for your brain
Be another one face down in the rain
Little piggy, little piggy
what do you see?
You're lookin' at death
when you're lookin' at me
Little piggy, little piggy
what should you do?
I am the devil what's comin' for you
The moon won't sink
& the sun won't shine
I season my blood
with turpentine
Everything is true
when you know what's real
A (sick?) black dog
gettin' drunk on the wheel
Little piggy, little piggy
what do you see?
You're lookin' at death
when you're lookin' at me
Little piggy, little piggy
what should you do?
I am the devil & I'm comin' for you
I crawl on the ground
& I start to bleed
I'm the one you dream about
when you sleep
(Eyes of death?)
& bone in blood
Your lungs are freakin' out
when you're drownin' in the mud
Little piggy, little piggy
what do you see?
You're lookin' at death
when you're lookin' at me
Little piggy, little piggy
what should you do?
I am the devil what's comin' for you
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Miss Piggy regrets..
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today, madam..
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today:
That tastelessly named flu’s got her
(She forgot to wash her front trotter…) so
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today..
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today, madam..
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today:
It’s a swine of a stroke of bad luck:
Her eyelashes, she sneezed them unstuck… so
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today…
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today, madam..
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today:
She’s all pink from her snout to her face;
Her mascara’s all over the place… so
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today..
Why not try the lamb today, madam…?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Lava
Hot lava comes down big monkey goes floatin
On a boiler coming down like rain (oh yeah)
Hot lava cools down [big babble lectric cap(? )]
Going [loco(? )] with the boiling ?
[got lava I mean always take(? )] ready to serve
With the hand.... .... you lost and you found
[got light it goes inside some boulder ....(? )]
He wants nothing but the [tip(? )] on your crown piggy! pi-ggy!
Hot lava, lava
piggy!
[big kick a mule piston banged up and lets boil er(? )]
[like patty and the people in mind(? )]
Big boiler make hot gray matter not ....
Like the [dragon poppin two inside(? )]
piggy! pi-ggy!
Hot lava, lava
piggy! pi-ggy!
Hot lava
Hot lava
song performed by by Ministry
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Dance Little Piggy Dance...
Shake your little bootee and dance a little jiggy
You're such a little beauty you bonny baby piggy,
Dance with the stars for no one's around
Tap those little trotters to make that crackling sound,
The farmers gone to bed and the chickens have gone to sleep
Only cows in the manger want memories to keep,
All the onions smile as they pickle in their own little jars
Then the clouds clear for a smile from Venus and Mars,
Dance little piggy go on give us a show
Make all the daffodils happy with a golden glow,
Shake your little bootee and dance a little jiggy
You're such a little beauty you bonny baby piggy.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Dignity An Animals Dream
Together we can create a kinder world for animals,
All creatures great and small nay,
Why should we look the other way?
We hear the cry to save the whales
Now cry for animals with little tails.
Before little piggy goes to market on his last day
Give lots of freedom and fields of play
For piggies born in battery sheds
Damn it they can’t even turn their heads.
Under the shade of an old gum tree
A little lamb bows his head to pray to thee
Dear god I’m not the black sheep or a snarling beast
I gave gold to this land straight off my back you see
I hear I ‘m going on a sailing trip to the middle east
Packed live in a hold with thousands like me
A wise old cow told me it’s for religious sacrifice
Oh dear god I’m a believer a true believer
I believe, I believe the wise old cow I’m the sacrifice
I know that baa baa black sheep is just a fable and
Know that we are meant for the human table but
All I ask is dignity in our short life
To live it without inhumane strife
Then when I go to heaven for my last supper to sup,
My dear lord so bold,
Can I be reborn a beautiful horse winning the Melbourne Cup?
With adulation untold -
Australian Live sheep export to the middle east is a humane disgrace
for the festival of sacrifce.Video's of sheep throne into car boots,
lines if a dozen sheep feet tied laid on their side next to a blood drain
ready to have their throats cut-
poem by Ken e Hall
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Piggy take care
Rolly polly pissly polly,
you run on puddles muddy
destroying your pink body,
To make terrifyingly dirty.
Oh dear piggy when will you understand
That you've got to take care of your pink skin,
If you really really can
Because if you don't then passers by
will think your pinky skin,
as a dirty garbage bin.
So, do little piggy come
and take care of yourself,
Otherwise you will find yourself
in a big dark oven! ! !
poem by Hansika Subramanian
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Piggy
Hey pig
Yeah you
Hey pig piggy pig pig pig
All of my fears came true
Black and blue and broken bones you left me here i'm all alone
My little piggy needed something new
Nothing can stop me now
I don't care anymore
Nothing can stop me now
I just don't care
Hey pig
Nothing's turning out the way i planned
Hey pig there's a lot of things i hoped you could help me understand
What am i supposed to do i lost my s**t because of you
Nothing can stop me now
I don't care anymore
Nothing can stop me now
I just don't care
Nothing can stop me now
You don't need me anymore
Produced by: rick rubin
Engineered by:david sardy & david schiffman
Guitar:dave navarro
Beats:kim bullard
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Ugly In The Morning
You did one thing wrong
You woke up.
It looked better before
More-more
And the stomach turns...
Say nothing without wasting a word
I know exactly what you meant
I know how piggy feels
He starves without missing a meal
Look in the mirror...
Dont look at me-
Im ugly in the morning
When the headache is gone,
The sun is not.
Forgot to turn the alarm
On-on
Doesnt matter how much you think
Or the number of hairs in the sink
I did it to myself again
I know how piggy feels
He starves without missing a meal
Its getting clearer...
Dont look at me-
Im ugly in the morning
song performed by by Faith No More
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An odd little girl (for Karen)
I am a funny little girl
with little piggy eyes.
I have a rounded tummy
and rather rotund thighs
In my heart I'm beautiful
if only you would see
but no one ever looks inside
to find the real, true me.
I sit here by my desk at school
with no friend by my side
I'd love someone to talk to
but they all mock and chide.
One day they'll want to know me
some day when I am grown
but for now I'll be content
to sit here on my own.
I'm a funny little girl
with freckles and a grin.
I'm really fun to play with
but not too good at gym.
I love to cuddle puppies
and help folk with their chores
and if you'd only talk to me
I'd tell you lots, lots more.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Wrong
Written by lindsey buckingham and richard dashut.
Everybodys heard it
How everything went wrong
Advance was spent some time ago
Agents on the phone
Young mr. rockcock
Where do you belong?
The man aint got no answer
Leisure line to heaven
Puttin on the hits
Here we have another
Another piece of glitz
Young mr. rockcock
Where do you belong?
The man aint got no answer
The man just got it wrong
Looking through the keyhole
Did I see another
Piggy in the middle
Piggy on the cover
Young mr. rockcock
Where do you belong?
The man aint got no answer
The man just got it wrong
song performed by by Lindsey Buckingham
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I Wish My Own Uterus Was Left Alone
Didn't I tell you not to use,
That kind of language 'inside' this house?
'Yeah, but mommy...
Daddy uses it inside, outside,
And 'everywhere'.'
And tell me this,
Why is it you rush to the mailbox...
When the mailman comes everyday.
What's going on?
'I'm waiting for a letter from the President.
I wrote to ask him a question.
I want to know why he hasn't replaced my piggy bank.
With the money I had in it.'
Didn't I tell you your father did that?
'Yeah but daddy said if it wasn't for the President,
The gas prices wouldn't be high.
And he would be able to buy his own cigarettes.'
The President had nothing to do with your father's actions.
'Tell that to daddy.
He said he can't wait to vote him out of office.'
And what do you think the President will say about that?
'I don't care.
I just want my money and my piggy bank back.'
I wish my own uterus was left alone.
Without debating over who stays and who goes.
Pretty soon we'll need permission to use the bathroom.
'Huh? '
Don't worry about it.
Trust me.
What you have and how it's used...
Will 'never' be up for debate.
'Mommy?
Nevermind.
I don't even know what to ask.
I'll just wait to get my letter from the President.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Barefoot
Loving me with my shows off
means loving my long brown legs,
sweet dears, as good as spoons;
and my feet, those two children
let out to play naked. Intricate nubs,
my toes. No longer bound.
And what's more, see toenails and
all ten stages, root by root.
All spirited and wild, this little
piggy went to market and this little piggy
stayed. Long brown legs and long brown toes.
Further up, my darling, the woman
is calling her secrets, little houses,
little tongues that tell you.
There is no one else but us
in this house on the land spit.
The sea wears a bell in its navel.
And I'm your barefoot wench for a
whole week. Do you care for salami?
No. You'd rather not have a scotch?
No. You don't really drink. You do
drink me. The gulls kill fish,
crying out like three-year-olds.
The surf's a narcotic, calling out,
I am, I am, I am
all night long. Barefoot,
I drum up and down your back.
In the morning I run from door to door
of the cabin playing chase me.
Now you grab me by the ankles.
Now you work your way up the legs
and come to pierce me at my hunger mark
poem by Anne Sexton
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Piggy In The Mirror
Shapes in the drink like christ
Cracks in the pale blue wall
I'm walking slowly and quickly but
Always away
Twisting twisting to the floor
Flowers in your mouth and the same dry
Song the routine from laughter land
16 white legs and a row of teeth
I watch you in secrecy
Your dying for the hope is gone
From here we go nowhere again
I'm trapped in my face and i'm changing
Too much
I can't climb out the way i fell in
Jump with me
For that old forgotten dance
The midnight sun will burn you up
Your life is cold
Your life is hot
Your life's too much for words
These occasions are such a relief
Another point another view to send
We start to talk
And it's all so safe
I feed you in my dreams
Footsteps on a wire
High above my head
The stain reveals my real intention
I'm the waiting beast
I'm the twisted nerve
As i dance dance
Back to the body in my bed
Look at the piggy
Piggy in the mirror
song performed by by Cure
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Piggy In The Mirror (demo For 'The Top')
Shapes in the drink like Christ
Cracks in the pale blue wall
I'm walking slowly and quickly but
Always away
Twisting twisting to the floor
Flowers in your mouth and the same dry song
The routine from laughter land
Sixteen white legs and a row of teeth
They watch you in secrecy
You're dying for the hope is gone
From here we go nowhere again
I'm trapped in my face and I'm changing
Too much
I can't climb out the way I fell in
Jump with me
For that old forgotten dance
The midnight sun will burn you up
Your life is cold
Your life is hard
Your life is too much for words
These occasions are such a relief
Another point another view to send
Hey hey hey!
We start to talk
And it's all so safe...
I feed you in my dreams
Footsteps on a wire
High above my head
The stain reveals my real intention
I'm the waiting beast
I'm the twisted nerve
As I dance
Dance back to the body in my bed
Look at the piggy
Piggy in the mirror
song performed by by Cure
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Somebody like a Piggy or a Kermit, there needs to be several versions and so there will be several of them.
quote by Jim Henson
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Shoe Laces
***************************************
****** *********************************
*********Two shoe laces************
********one pair of shoes***********
*******One pretty pink frock********
******Piggy tails and braces*******
********Let's play chases***********
***********....Ooops! ...**************
**********forgot my socks***********
***************************** ***********
********************************** ******
poem by Daughter Of A Cracked Mind
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Potato
My love is a potato
Crude with piggy black eyes
Slit in the side and soiled by sod
My love is the rough handled skin
That follows the relentless storm
The tempestous waves
That raged and rent its first soft form
My love is a potato
The first and almost last known outcast
In a jungle school
His head was wedged like a spud
Mounted on a sinew of neck and bristle
His face sunken into flesh
His eyes two dark slits of piggy black lust
That lit up like a fool
I left him standing at the gate, after school!
My love is a potato after the mash and the kill
And the spill of the innocent milk of the martyr
The final slab of the butter
My love is a potato
Not quite a heart
Battered down
And worn
But after the storm
A sweetness and softening
And love is born!
yvette smith march 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Jane
J. spinks
Looks like she came from the sixties
Wearing flowers in her hair
Still in love with sgt. pepper
Seen it all cos she was there
Saving up her memories for another rainy day - jane
Sending out an invitation
Tries to hide her dream affair
Confidential information
Making headlines everywhere
She could tell the truth and watch the words get
Re-arranged - jane
Look at all these nowhere people
Little piggies everywhere
Never keeps their name or number
String of pearls that she cant wear
One day all her secrets might be in the news
Again - jane
Saving up her memories for another rainy day - jane
One day all her secrets might be in the news
Again - jane
song performed by by Outfield
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Bruce Lee
( bullet got the wrong bloke )
Life kid suck
Drink from the box
The juice kicks up
Life give suck the box drink
Yeah
Life kid drink from the box
The juice kicks up
Life kids sucker
Box drink
Yeah
Bruce lee
Life kid seen from the box
Seen from the box
The juice from the box
Kids suck life
Kid get suck from the box
Drink
Bruce lee
Life kid suck from the box
Drink from the box
The juice kicks up
Life kid suck from the box
Drink
Yeah
Bruce lee
Life gets in from the box
Seen from the box
The juice from the box
Kids suck life
Kid get suck from the box
Drink
Bruce lee
Life kid suck from the box
Drink from the box
The juice kicks up
Life kid suck from the box
Drink
Yeah
Bruce lee
( yeah yeah yeah yeah )
Life kid suck from the box
Drink from the box
The juice kicks up
Life kid suck from the box
Yeah
Bruce lee
Life kid ? ? from the box
Seen from the box
Drink from the box
The juice kid suck
Life kid suck the box
Drink
Yeah
Bruce lee
Tanglon
Life kid suck the box [x8]
From the box
( skin hard sails in jail )
( hair always cut with a blunt tool )
( muscular but thin like springs )
( but not steel )
( for ford men )
( four ford men )
( they sell it into vaporizing rulers )
( each way up in his own head )
( hold up in its fly flicking markses )
( piggy little piggy little eyes )
( holds and scape )
( hole in skin )
( just enough to let in light )
( bullet got the wrong bloke )
( but he dont die anyway )
( its nothing mortal if you dont move )
( you still have slot the wall in a blanket )
( I have been this way for days )
Stiff stiff stiff stiff stiff...
( bullet got the wrong bloke )
( its happenned mortuary, you die it means )
( skin has it off the wall and it goes like this )
( I have been this way for days )
(oh no, theres a gun )
( over there under the bed )
( turn, lets see whats in the other room )
( he grew up faster )
( just the disco with the one get my rope )
( pull through again )
( a third rat a fourth to his head is calm the sheets of calm )
( bullet got the wrong bloke )
( hes out of the eyes now )
( strained gas on his head )
( its dark, he comes up with his darkness...)
Life kid suck from the box
Drink from the box
The juice kid suck
Life kid suck the box
Yeah
Bruce lee
Tanglon
song performed by by Underworld
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The Pig
In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn't read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
He simply couldn't puzzle out
What LIFE was really all about.
What was the reason for his birth?
Why was he placed upon this earth?
His giant brain went round and round.
Alas, no answer could be found.
Till suddenly one wondrous night.
All in a flash he saw the light.
He jumped up like a ballet dancer
And yelled, "By gum, I've got the answer!"
"They want my bacon slice by slice
"To sell at a tremendous price!
"They want my tender juicy chops
"To put in all the butcher's shops!
"They want my pork to make a roast
"And that's the part'll cost the most!
"They want my sausages in strings!
"They even want my chitterlings!
"The butcher's shop! The carving knife!
"That is the reason for my life!"
Such thoughts as these are not designed
To give a pig great piece of mind.
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
A pail of pigswill in his hand,
And piggy with a mighty roar,
Bashes the farmer to the floor…
Now comes the rather grizzly bit
So let's not make too much of it,
Except that you must understand
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach the feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head
And with a little smile he said,
"I had a fairly powerful hunch
"That he might have me for his lunch.
"And so, because I feared the worst,
"I thought I'd better eat him first."
poem by Roald Dahl
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