Three Little Pigs chords

G I'm so tired.
_ _ _ _ .
_ Cm _ _ Gm Why don't you sit right back and I, A# I D# may tell you a tale.
A tale of three E little pigs N and a big bad _ Em wolf.
_ B _ _ _ .
E _ D#m _ E _ _ C _ _ _ D _ .
C _ _ _ A _ C _ _ _ A _ .
C _ _ Well first little piggy, while he was packing his E meat, spent C most of his days just a-dreamin'.
on the city.
And then one day, he bought a guitar, he moved to Hollywood to become a D star.
For C living on the farm he knew nothing of the D city.
C Built his house out of straw with a nitty.
Then one day, jammin' on some chords, along came the wolf, knockin' on his D door.
C Little pig, little pig, let me N in.
_ _ _ Am C Little pig, little pig, let me F# in.
_ G _ _ F# Hoppin', hoppin', hoppin' on your house in.
G.
Hoppin', hoppin', blow your house G#m in.
Hoppin', hoppin', blow your house A in.
Hoppin', hoppin'.
F# _ A _ C _ _ _ A _ .
C _ _ Well the second little piggy, while he was kinda A smokin', spent C most of his days just a-gone,.
just A smokin'.
C Hoppin' and a-boppin' down on Venice Beach.
Gettin' paid money for religious feet.
E C Built his shelter from a garbage pit.
Mostly made up of old cans and sticks.
Then one day, he was crankin' out by Marley.
Along came the wolf, on his big fat F#m hard lips.
C Little pig, little pig, let me A in.
C _ _ _ F# _ C Little pig, let me A in.
C _ _ _ F#m Hoppin', hoppin', hoppin' on your house G in.
Hoppin', hoppin', blow your house G#m in.
Hoppin', hoppin', blow your house A in.
Hoppin' and a _ D _ A _ Cm _ _ _ D _ .
Cm _ _ G#m F#m-boppin', hoppin' C on your house in.
The third little piggy, grade A D student.
His C daddy was a rock star named Pig B Shoo.
Earned his C master's degree from Harvard D College.
C Built his house from his G architect knowledge.
The C high level mansion, Hollywood D Hill.
C Daddy's rock stardom, paid for the bill.
Then one day came the old house measure.
The big bad wolf, the little piggy's laughter.
Little pig, little pig, let me A in.
C _ _ _ D C Little pig, little pig, let me in.
_ _ F# Well I'm hoppin', I'm hoppin', I'll blow your house G in.
Hoppin', hoppin', blow your house G#m in.
Hoppin', hoppin', blow your house A in.
Hoppin' and a _ _ N _ E _ D# _ _ A _ .
_ A# _ F#m-boppin', I'm a C big bad wolf.
Well he F#m hopped, and C he popped all that he could.
And lo and behold, the little piggy's house D stood.
It's C made out of concrete, the little piggy A shouted.
The C wolf jumped round as he pouted.
So they called 9-11, like any piggy A would.
They C said, T.
O.
U.
T.
Rambo!.
A# Jumped C as fast as they D could.
C Yo, wolf face, A.
C I'm your C# worst nightmare.
C A Your ass C is mine.
I'm _ Bm _ .
_ _ _ G# _ _ _ _ N _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
F# _ _ A#m _ G _ _ E _ _ C.
dead as you can plainly D see.
And C that's the end of the story for you and me.
A You C still give a listen, you just F# made.
C Hear the big wolf, the little piggy say.
Little pig, little pig, let me F# in.
N _ _ _ C Little pig, little pig, _ F# _ N _ _ F#m let me in.
Well I'm hoppin', I'm hoppin', I'll blow your house G in.
Hoppin', hoppin', blow your house in.
G# Hoppin', hoppin', blow your house in.
A Hoppin', hoppin', blow your house in.
A# Hoppin', hoppin', I'm hoppin', I'm B hoppin'.
Hoppin', _ C hoppin', hoppin'.
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_ C# _ _ _ E _ A _ C _ .
And the moral of the story,.
_ blame you idiots for the stupid puppet show.
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