Jelly Green - Three Little Pigs Lyrics

Why don't you sit right back, and I, I may tell you a tale.
A tale of 3 little pigs and a...big...BAD... WOLF!
Well, the first little piggy, well, he was kinda hick,
He spent most of his days just a-dreamin' of the city,
And then one day, he bought a guitar,
He moved to Hollywood to become a star,
But living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city,
Built his house outta straw, what a pity,
Then one day, jammin' on some chords,
Along came the wolf, knockin' on his door.
''Little pig, little pig, let me in.''
''Not by the hair of my chiny-chin-chin.''
''Little pig, little pig, let me in.''
''Not by the hair of my chiny-chin-chin.''
''Well, I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in. Huff and puff and blow your house in.
Huff and puff and blow your house in. Huffin' and a-puffin' and I'll blow your house in!''
Well, the second little piggy, well, he was kinda stokin',
Spent most of his days just-a ganja smokin',
Hoppin' and a-boppin' down on Venice Beach,
Gettin' paid money for religious speech,
Built his shelter from what he garbage picked,
Mostly made up of old cans and sticks,
Then one day he was crankin' out Bob Marley,
Along came the wolf on his big, bad Harley.
''Little pig, little pig, let me in.''
''Not by the hair of my chiny-chin-chin.''
''Little pig, little pig, let me in.''
''Not by the hair of my chiny-chin-chin.''
''Well, I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in. Huff and puff and blow your house in.
Huff and puff and blow your house in. Huffin' and a-puffin' and I'll blow your house in!''
Well, the third piggy was a gr