Here's a little song about four wet pigs, Here's a little song about four wet pigs,Two of them little and two of them big, They danced all night at the pig town jig.The two that were little were just half grown, The two that were big were big as a barn,Big as a barn, tall as a tree, Take them on down to the factory.Slice them into bacon, cut them into ham, Chop them into hot dogs, squeeze them intoSpam.Throw their little eyes out in the rain, Pickle their feet and scramble their brain.Here's a little song about two wet pigs, Leaning on the slop trough smoking their cigs,Hoping to God that they never get big, They danced all night at the pig town jig.Hoping to God that they never get big, They danced all night at the pig town jig.Hoping to God that they never get big, They danced all night at the pig town jig.