There's a pox upon Black heath
And it isn't far beneath
Where 3 piggies choose to lie
Fly blown piggies choose to cry
Every grabbin' mother needs
To see how those piggies feed
Their heads buried in the trough
40% was never enough
Piggie Piggie pay me
Schweinhund Piggie pay me
Fly-blown Piggie pay me
Or you will have no sty
Build their houses, pay taxes too
Petit bourgeois through and through
I do want to and I will if I have to
Ruin more than two calls could ever do
Not sure whether to laugh or cry?
I'll make your mind up: Weep!
Not sure whether to live or die?
I'll prepare your slaughter, sheep!
Piggie Piggie pay me
Schweinhund Piggie pay me
Fly-blown Piggie pay me
Or you will have no sty
