Song lyrics Pigs (Three Different Ones) by Pink Floyd

Big man; Pig man
Ha ha, charade you are
You well heeled big wheel
Ha ha, charade you are

And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
With your head down in the pig pen
Saying, "Keep on digging"
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find?
Down in the pig mine
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry

Bus stop rat bag
Ha ha, charade you are
You fucked up old hag
Ha ha, charade you are

You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel
You're hot stuff with a hat pin
Good fun with a hand gun
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry

Hey you, Whitehouse
Ha ha, charade you are
You house-proud town mouse
Ha ha, charade you are
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You're trying to keep our feelings off the street
You're nearly a real treat
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
You gotta stem the evil tide
And keep it all on the inside
Mary, you're nearly a treat
Mary, you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry