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... Wolfffffff!!!
Well the first little piggy Well he was kinda hip He spent most of his day just a dreamin' of the city And then one day, he bought a guitar He moved to Hollywood to become a star Livin' 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 knockin' on his door
[Chorus] 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 and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!!! Huffin and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!!!
Well the second little piggy Well he was kinda stoked He spent most of his time just a ganja smokin' Huffin and a puffin 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' up a marley Along came the wolf on his big bad Harley
[Repeat Chorus]
Well the third little piggy The grade A student His daddy was a rock star, named Pig Newton 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!
[Repeat 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 911 like any piggy would They sent out Rambooo! Just as fast as they could
[Rambo] Yo, wolf face I'm your worst nightmare Your ass is mine!
[Gunshots being fired]
Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see And that's to end the story for you and me If you still give a listen You just may, hear a big wolf or little piggy say...
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' puffin' blow your house in Huffin' and a puffin' and I'll blow your house in (4x)
And the moral of the story is... A band with no talent can easily amuse idiots with a stupid puppet show
I don't know who you are But you seem very nice So will you talk to me Shall I tell you a story Shall I tell you a dream They think I'm crazy But they don't know that I like it here It's nice in here, I get everything for free
Have you been here before Shall I show you around It's very pretty Have you come here to stay Well, you sure picked a day My name is Billy It's my birthday, you're invited to my party down the hall
Where I go, what I'll become or who I am or what I'll be I'll never know, but I am sure that I'll get everything for free
I'm not troubled or sad I'm just ready for bed It's been a long day Before they switch off the lights It truly was a delight They think I'm crazy But they don't know that I like it here It's nice in here
Where I go, what I'll become or who I am or what I'll be I'll never know, but I am sure that I'll get everything for free
Where I go, what I'll become or who I am or what I'll be I'll never know, but I am sure that I'll get everything for free Everything for free
I don't know who you are But you seem very nice So will you talk to me Have you been here before Well, you sure picked a day They think I'm crazy
Album: Small Talk at 125th and Lenox Track nr: 2 Duration: 3:09 Year: 1970 Genre: Soul
You will not be able to stay home, brother. You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out. You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip, Skip out for beer during commercials, Because the revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox In 4 parts without commercial interruptions. The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary. The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia. The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal. The revolution will not get rid of the nubs. The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.
There will be no pictures of you and Willie May pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run, or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance. NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32 or report from 29 districts. The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay. There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay. There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process. There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving For just the proper occasion.
Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and women will not care if Dick finally gets down with Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people will be in the street looking for a brighter day. The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news and no pictures of hairy armed women liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose. The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb, Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth. The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be right back after a message bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people. You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl. The revolution will not go better with Coke. The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath. The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.
The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised, will not be televised, will not be televised. The revolution will be no re-run brothers; The revolution will be live.
“In the Summer of 2004, I did a series of photographs for Under the Radar Magazine where musicians were given a board and paint, and asked to create their very own protest sign -- exercising their freedom of speech in an election year.” Wendy Lynch
Album: Cereal Killer
