Spoken:
Music has always been close to tight to destiny and personal tragedy
Who cares ...as long as you're not involved
Long ago there were three lil pigs
Little handsome piggy wigs
For the big bad wolf
The very bad big bad wolf
They didn't give three figs
Number one man he like to play
So he built his house of hay
With a hay toot, toot
And he blew on his flute
And he played around all day
Now let's ride
Number two he was fond of jigs
And so he built his house with twigs
Hey diddle diddle
He played on his fiddle
And he danced with lady pigs. huh
Number three said nix on tricks
I'm a build my house with bricks
He had no chance
To sing and dance
'Cause work and play don't mix
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
The two little doolittle
Pigs just winked and laughed
Ha-ha
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf?
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf. la-la-la-la-la
Came the day when fate did frown
And the wolf flew into town
With a gruff puff-puff
He puffed just enough
And the hay house fell right down
One and two were scared to d**h
Of the big bad wolfie's breath
By the hair of your chin-ny-chin
I'll blow you in, and the twig house answered yes
No one less but number Three
He saved the pig's family
When they knock
He fast unlocked
And said Come in with me
Now they all were safe inside
And the bricks hurt wolfie's pride
So, he slid down the chimney, and
Oh, by Jimney, in the fire he was fried yeah
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf?
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf. La-la-la-la-la