(Spoken)
Why don't you, sit right back, Por quê você não se senta relaxa
and I, I may tell you, a tale. e eu posso contar a você uma fábula
A tale of three, little pigs, Uma fábula de três pequenos porquinhos
and a BIG, BAD, WOLFFF. e um grande e mal lobo
Well the first little piggy, well he was kinda hick. Bem, o primeiro porquinho, bem ele era um caipira.
He spent most of his days, just a dreamin of the city. Ele passava a maioria de seus dias, apenas sonhando com a cidade.
And then one day, he bought a guitar. E então um dia ,ele comprou uma guitarra.
He moved to Hollywood, to become a star. Ele foi para Hollywood, para se tornar uma estrela.
But, living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city. Mas,vivendo na fazenda, ele não sabia nada da cidade.
Built his house out of straw, what a pity. Construi sua casa de palha, que pena.
And then one day, jammin on some chords, E então uma dia, tocando algumas cordas,
along came the wolf, knocking on his door. veio o lobo, batendo na sua porta.
(Chorus) Refrão
Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in. Porquinho, porquinho, deixe me entrar.
NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN!! Nem pela barba de meu queixo!
Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in. Porquinho, porquinho, deixe me entrar.
NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN!! Nem pela barba do meu queixo!
Well I'm huffin, I'm puffin, I'll blow your house in. Bem eu estou soprando, estou inchando e vou derrubar sua casa com meu vento.
Huffin, puffin, blow your house in. Sopro, incho, derrubo sua casa com meu vento.
Huffin, puffin, blow your house in. Sopro, incho, derrubo sua casa com meu vento
Huffin and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!!! Sopro e incho e vou derrubar sua casa com meu vento.
Well the second little piggy, well he was kinda stoked. Bem, o segundo porquinho, bem ele estava meio drogado.
He spent most of his time just a gone just smokin. Ele passava a maior parte do
Huffin and a puffin down on Venice Beach.
Getting paid money for religious speech.
He built his shelter from what he garbage picked.
Mostly made up of old cans and sticks.
Then one day he was cranking out Bob Marley,
and along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley.
(Chorus)
Well the third little piggy, the grade A student.
His daddy was a rock star, named Pig Nugent.
Earned his Masters Degree, from Harvard College.
Built his house from his architect knowledge.
A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills.
Daddy's rock stardom, paid for the bills.
And then one day came the old house smasher
the BIG BAD WOLF THE LITTLE PIGGY SLASHER.
(Chorus)
Well the big bad Wolf,
well he huffed, and he puffed, all that he could.
And low and behold the little piggy's house stood.
IT'S MADE OUT OF CONCRETE! the little piggy shouted.
The wolf just frowned, as he pouted.
So they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would.
The sent out RAMBO, just as fast, as they could.
(Rambo)
YO, WOLF-FACE, I'M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, YOUR ASS IS MINE!!!
Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see.
So thats to end the story, for you and me.
If you still give a listen, you just may, here a big wolf or little piggy say.
(Chorus)
And the moral of the story is, ' A band with no talent can easily amuse
idiots, with a stupid, puppet show.
