Lyric Pigs (Three Different Ones)

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?
When you re 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 hat pin
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 gotta 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.