There's a pox upon Black heath And it isn't far beneath Where 3 piggies choose to lie Fly blown piggies choose to cry Every grabbin' mother needs To see how those piggies feed Their heads buried in the trough 40% was never enough Piggie Piggie pay me Schweinhund Piggie pay me Fly-blown Piggie pay me Or you will have no sty Build their houses, pay taxes too Petit bourgeois through and through I do want to and I will if I have to Ruin more than two calls could ever do Not sure whether to laugh or cry? I'll make your mind up: Weep! Not sure whether to live or die? I'll prepare your slaughter, sheep! Piggie Piggie pay me Schweinhund Piggie pay me Fly-blown Piggie pay me Or you will have no sty