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