Why don't you sit right back, and I, I may tell you a tale, a tale of three little pigs The Big Bad Wolf The Big Bad Wolf Well, the first little piggy, well, he was kind of hickey Spent most of his days just a-dreamin' of the city And then one day, he bought a guitar He moved to Hollywood to become a star But living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city Built his house out of straw, what a pity Then one day, jammin' on some corbs Along came the wolf, knockin' on his door Little pig, little pig, let me in By the hair of my chinny-chin Little pig, little pig, let me in By the hair of my chinny-chin Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin' and I'm puffin' and I'll blow your house in Well, the second little piggy, well, he was kind of stokin' Spent most of his days just a-gone just smokin' Huffin' and a-puffin' down on Venice Beach Gettin' paid money for religious speech Built his shelter from what he garbage picked Mostly made up of old cans and sticks Then one day, he was crankin' off a Marley Along came the wolf, on his big fat Harley Little pig, little pig, let me in By the hair of my chinny-chin Little pig, little pig, let me in By the hair of my chinny-chin Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin' and I'm puffin' and I'll blow your house in Well, the third little piggy, the grade-A student His daddy was the rock star named Pig Nugent Earned his master's degree from Harvard College Built his house from his architect knowledge A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills Daddy's rock stardom paid for the bills Then one day came the old house master The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher Little pig, little pig, let me in By the hair of my chinny-chin Little pig, little pig, let me in By the hair of my chinny-chin Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin' and I'm puffin' and I'll blow your house in Well, the big bad wolf, well, he huffed And he puffed all that he could And lo and behold, the little piggy's house stood It's made out of concrete, the little piggy shouted The wolf just frowned as he pouted So they called 911 like any piggy would They zapped out Rambo Just as fast as they could Yo, wolf face, I'm your worst nightmare Your ass is mine Thank you. Well, the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see And that's the end of the story for you and me You still give a listen, you just may Hear the big wolf, the little piggy say Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in And the moral of the story is That man with no talent can easily amuse idiots with a stupid puppet show *