Pigs (Three Different Ones)

Big man, pig man Ha-ha, charade you are Whoo! You, well-heeled big wheel Ha-ha, charade you are And when your hand is on your heart You're nearly a good laugh Almost a joker With your head down in the pig bin Saying, "Keep on digging" Pig stain on your fat chin What do you hope to find Down in the pig mine? You're nearly a laugh You're nearly a laugh, but you're really a cry Bus stop rat bag Ha-ha, charade you are You, fucked up old hag Ha-ha, charade you are You radiate cold shafts of broken glass You're nearly a good laugh Almost worth a quick grin You like the feel of steel You're hot stuff with a hatpin And good fun with a handgun You're nearly a laugh You're nearly a laugh, but you're really a cry Hey you, Whitehouse Ha-ha, charade you are You, house-proud town mouse Ha-ha, charade you are You're trying to keep our feelings off the street You're nearly a real treat All tight lips and cold feet And do you feel abused? You! Gotta stem the evil tide And keep it all on the inside Mary, you're nearly a treat Mary, you're nearly a treat, but you're really a cry