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Here's an old favorite of ours
Something we used to do when we were
Cleaning out the hogs pen
'Cause you know
One thing I learned by growing up
Is American values up on the farm and that is that
Pigs are people too
When you're sizzling up a rasher of bacon
Broiling up a pork roast or
Having a couple of chops
You take it from ol' Chop-Top here
And his pal Bucky
And just remember
Pig
Is the most intelligent mammal
Next to man
And they know what's up
When the farmer comes with that long, sharp knife
And he bends down and
Takes that pig by the shoulders
That look in his eye
The other pigs get to
The far end of the pen
Their eyes all small and scared
They know what's happening
They know why they've been prepared
'Cause pigs are people too
Just listen to 'em
Listen to 'em
Watch 'em cry
When that knife goes across the
The throat
Of that shoat
Yeah, y'know
Now we've moved into the city
Now we're just trying to get by
In our own humble way
I work down at Farmer John's
It's a slaughter plant down in, uh, Century City
I'm part of the hook-and-pull gang down there
What we do is, uh
We hoist those pigs up by their hind legs
Chain 'em up on a big A-frame
Goes through the factory like a
Well, almost like making cars
And there's the killer
He's got a real sharp knife, and
The necks of each pig comes by, he just
Slices its throat
And that A-frame keeps moving
Goes outside, up a hill
We call it Death Hill
And at the top of Death Hill
Is a big wall of flame
And as the pig is dying
Blood's pouring out of his throat
He goes up there to get scorched
'Cause that, uh, makes better bacon
And sometimes
The pig ain't dead by the time he gets up to that wall of flame
And what you hear is something that's
Damn near human
Ree-ree-ree, ree-ree-ree, ree-ree-ree-ree, oh
Makes me kinda sad
Pigs are people too
Come on, Piggy Sue
Pigs are people too
Get on your old wooden shoe
Let's get out on the barn and dance
Pigs are people too
I see one wearing pants
Hey!
Harvest moon!
Down by the ol' swimming hole
All my chores is done
Now it's time to lose control
Got on my old dungarees
Got on an old greasy farm shirt
Got on my old leather gloves
Got my chainsaw goiled up
Goiled up, oiled up, goiled up
Gonna go into town
Gonna go into town
Drink some bottles down
Meet some little girl
Like an inbred little farm girl
With two left feet
Gonna take her out and, uh, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Pigs are people too
Pigs are people too
Down in the slop trough
Boy, that can't be fun
You got a hangover, just get in the slop
Let the pigs lick it off
Pigs are people too
Pigs are people too
Just like me and you, well, like you, 'cause
Pigs are people too
Y'know, we were down at the combine races
Out there by old French Farm
And me and Bubba, my little brother
Well, we was driving this combine
On old, uh, route double-i
I looked in the rearview mirror, and
There was this red flashing light
Man, how many times that happen to you, boys and girls?
Y'know, gotta pull over
Oh, Christ
'Hey, Bubba, you got the registration in there?'
Ah, shit, some mouse ate it
There's just a nest
In the glove box
You just wait, and then you look out the window
And here comes 'da man'
And you look down, and
It kinda didn't look like a
I didn't know what it looked like
I mean, it had a hat
And a badge, and dark glasses
And jackboots, and
Gun drawn
I looked down, and
That nose was awful funny looking
Kinda flat and round
Its eyes were little, tiny eyes, little beady eyes
And these big, jowly cheeks
And these floppy ears coming out from under that mountie hat
I looked down, and I said 'my God'
I said 'Bubba, take a look at this'
And he leaned over, y'know
He's no sight for sore eyes, neither
But he looked over and
By golly
That was a pig
That wasn't no
That wasn't no man, that was a pig!
I said 'Bubba, what's going on down there?"
He said 'hey man'
Pigs are people too
Pigs are people too
Just like me and you
Sometimes they get the flu
Pigs are people too
Oink, oink, oink
Pigs are people too
Pigs are people too
Just remember when you're eating that bacon
That pig's a
Pigs are people too
The pigs are people too
Pigs are people too
Pigs are people too
Hell, I should know, I married one
Come here, honey
Woah, yeah!
Mmm, yeah, woo!
Pigs are people too
Pigs are people too
Pigs are people too
