Lyrics Pigs (Three Different Ones) [2018 Remix] - 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 bin
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 hatpin
And 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
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!
Got to 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