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'.
_ .
_
C# _ _ _
E _
A _
C _ .
And the moral of the story,.
_ blame you idiots for the stupid puppet show.
_ _
A# _
G _ _ _ _