Sunday, September 3, 2023

Little pig, little pig, let me in πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ 🎡🎡🎡🎸🎹🎢🎢🎢

Beside all these house tunes picked up on my vacation, there is one more hit from the golden 90ies from the very first day when we entered the hotel room.

It all started with the WiFi password LET ME IN. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸŽΉπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆ

And that was enough for both of us. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ˜

Green Jelly - Three Little Pigs  πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸŽΉπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆ

Here is it, the best rock story, kind of a fairy tale music cover, ever written, ever. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸŽΉπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆ Not to mention the VIDEO, πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ooooh, πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚guessing about the sources and stimulants of the inspiration foreeeeever. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚





Why don't you sit right back?

And I, I may tell you a tale

A tale of three 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 out of straw, what a pity

And then one day, jammin' on some chords

Along came the wolf, knocking on his door

Little pig, little pig, let me in

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Little pig, little pig, let me in πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in

Huffin', puffin', blow your house in

Huffin', puffin', blow your house in

Huffin' and a puffin' and I'll blow your house in πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Well, the second little piggy, well, he was kinda stoked

He spent most of his day just in ganja smokin'

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

Little pig, little pig, let me in

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin

Little pig, little pig, let me in

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin

Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in

Huffin', puffin', blow your house in

Huffin', puffin', blow your house in

Huffin' and a puffin' and I'll blow your house in

Well, the third little piggy, the grade A student πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

His daddy was a rock star named Pig Nugent πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Earned his Masters Degree from Harvard College πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Built his house from his architect knowledge πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills

Daddy's rock stardom, paid for the bills πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

And then one day came the old house smasher πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

The big, bad wolf, the little piggy slasher πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Little pig, little pig, let me in πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Little pig, little pig, let me in

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin

Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in

Huffin', puffin', blow your house in

Huffin', puffin', blow your house in

Huffin' and a puffin' and I'll blow your house in

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 πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

The wolf just frowned, as he pouted πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

So, they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

They sent out Rambo just as fast as they could   πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Yo, wolf-face, I'm your worst nightmare

Your ass is mine

Well, the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

So, that's to end the story for you and me πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

If you still give a listen, you just may πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Hear a big wolf or little piggy say πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Little pig, little pig, let me in

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin

Little pig, little pig, let me in

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin

Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in

Huffin', puffin', blow your house in

Huffin', puffin', blow your house in

Huffin' and a puffin' and I'll blow your house in

And the moral of the story is

A band with no talent can easily amuse πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Idiots with a stupid, puppet show πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚