Four Wet Pigs

Here's a little song about four wet pigs
Just a little song about four wet pigs
Two are little, two are big
They're all dancin' at the Mudtown Jig

The two that're little, little as an ear of corn
Two that're big are bigger than a barn
Bigger than a barn, taller than a tree
When they go to the factory

Cut 'em into bacon, slice 'em into ham
Chop 'em into hot dogs, squeeze 'em into Spam
Throw their little eyes out in the rain
Throw their little eyes out in the rain
Throw their beady little piggy eyes out into the rain
Pickle their feet and pickle their brains
(Oooogh.)

Here's a little story about two wet pigs
Standin' at the slop trough smokin' their cigs
Wishin' to god they'd never get big
Dancin' out their hearts
Dancin' out their hearts
Dancin' out their hearts at the Mudtown Jig
(Dance little piggies.)