Pigs (three Different Ones) Lyrics - Singles - Colonel Les Claypool's Fearless Flying Frog Brigade

Big man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are 

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 

When you're 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 hat pin 

And good fun with a hand gun 

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 your 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