Schwa Lyrics

Pigs (Three Different Ones)

Lyricist: Pink Floyd
Vocalist: John Mullins

Big man, pig man 
Ha, ha, charade you are 
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 hand gun 
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 got to 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