This is a story about three little piggies. Three little piggies who never went to market, especially on a
Friday afternoon when they stayed at home and let other people bring home the bacon. And they
still do! But the rashers get thinner and thinner, and life's knives get sharper and sharper...

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Piggie, Piggie, pay me
Schweinhund Piggie, pay me
Fly-blown Piggie, pay me
Or you will have no sty

All pigs must die
This is August '99
All pigs must die
Their stolen riches are really mine