Well, the second little piggy
Well, he was kinda stokin', spent most of his days just a ganja smokin'
Hoppin' and a-boppin' down on Venice Beach
Gettin' paid money for religious speech
Built his shelter from what he garbage picked
Mostly made up of old cans and sticks
Then one day he was crankin' out Bob Marley
Along came the wolf on his big, bad Harley
(x2) Little pig, little pig, let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny-chin-chin (x2)
Well, I'm huffin'
I'm puffin'
I'll blow your house in