You're telling me I can't sing standard, but I can't sing standard.Well people complain that I don't sing standards, so, I'm going to sing standard.Who's afraid of the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf.Who's afraid of the big bad wolf, Tralala.Long ago there were three pigs, little handsome, piggy wigs.For the big bad, very big, very bad wolf, they did not give three figs.Number one was very gay, and he built his house with hay.With a hey-hey toot, he blew on his flute and played around all day.Now number two was fond of chicks and so he built his house with twigs.Hey diddle diddle, he played on his fiddle and danced with lady pigs.Now number three said nicks on tricks, I shall build my house with bricks.He had no chance to sing or dance, cause work and play don't mix.Oh, oh, oh, the two little doodle pigs just winked and laughed.Who's afraid of the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf.Who's afraid of the big bad wolf, Tralala.Came the day when fate did frown, and the wolf flew into town.With a gruff puff, puffy puff, just enough, and the hay house fell right down.One and two were scared to death, of the big bad wolf's breath.By the hair of your chinny chin, I'll blow you in, and the twig house answered yes.No one left but number three to save that piglet family.So when they knocked, he fast unlocked and said, come in with me.Now they all were safe inside, but the bricks heard Wolfie's pride.So he slid down the chimney, and over by the chimney in the fire he was fried.Oh, oh, oh, the three little, three little pigies just winked and laughed.Who's afraid of the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf.Who's afraid of the big bad wolf, Tralala, Tralala, Tralala, Tralala, Tralala, oh my God.Who's afraid of the big bad, big bad, big bad wolf, me.APPLAUSE