The Pigworker

Lyrics

Well, Crowbar Joe was one of the brotherhood One of the brotherhood of hoods in the neighborhood Hoods in the holiday camp, heads in the basket box Well, J.J. Loomis had a dozen legs He come sliding out there when you least expect him And Crowbar Joe was a sacred pair 'Cause the one would hack as the other would loom I'm a pigworker mama Pigworker mama Pigworker mama gonna work my pig on you Pigworker mama Pigworker mama Pigworker mama gonna work my pig on you So the Pterodactyl wore a hood of leather And he opened everybody, even Heather With her foaming roses and broken hair She was all used up