Текст песни Mr Big Pig

Mr. Big Pig, he thought he was tough,
He learned how to swear, you know that he learned how to curse.
He got himself a gun and he learned how to shoot,
He even got a gas mask and put it on his snoot.

With his gun and his club hanging by his side
You know that he thought he was the meanest -huh- pig alive.
With his gloves on his hands and his boots on his feet
He thought he was the coolest pig on the streets.

Hey, you don't have to be a man to beat a man,
You don't have to be a man to beat a man.
Aw come on, play it for me now.

Hey! You know what I'm talkin' about,
I'm talkin' about Mr. Pig, the man.Country Joe McDonald - Mr Big Pig - http://ru.motolyrics.com/country-joe-mcdonald/mr-big-pig-lyrics.html

Mr. Big Pig, he likes to be safe,
You know that he always begs for tear-gas and a little bit of mace.
He loves his leather gloves, his bullet-proof vest,
His great Big Pig badge pinned to his chest.

With all his equipment, he feels pretty big,
But it takes more than clothes to make more than a pig ?
Shotguns, squad cars, walky-talkies, too,
Mr. Big Pig, you just look like a fool.

Hey, you don't have to be a man to beat a man.
C'mon, you don't have to be a man to beat a man.

Ah, come on, let's rock on now.