Green Jelly - Three Little Pigs (Official Video), Full HD (Digitally Remastered

“И я, скажу вам сказку Рассказ о трех маленьких свиньях И большой, плохой волк Ну, первай поросенок, был добрым хиком Он провел большую часть своих дней, просто мечтая о городе ...Однажды он купил гитару Он переехал в Голливуд, чтобы стать звездой Но, живя на ферме, он ничего не знал о городе: Построил свой дом из соломы, как жаль“ “Хаффин и тупик на пляже Венеции, деньжата за проповеди. Построил свое убежище из того, что выбрал мусор В основном из старых банок и палочек. Затем, в один прекрасный день, он проворачивал Боба Марли. И вот появился волк на его большом, плохом Харли“ “А 3-й маленький поросенок, студент класса А. Его папа был рок-звездой по имени Свинг Нуджент. Заработал свою магистерскую степень в Гарвардском колледже Построил свой дом у своих архитекторов - Трехэтажный особняк, Голливудские холмы - Скальная слава папы, оплаченная счетами И вот однажды туда пришел, большой злой волк, страшный убийца маленьких поросят...“ Ну, вы знаете конец. Меня до сих пор волнует вопрос, кто же такой Большой Злой Волк в этом поросячьем Голливуде? текст песни Why don’t you sit right back? And I, I may tell you a tale A tale of three little pigs And a big, bad wolf Well, the first little piggy, well, he was kinda hick He spent most of his days just a dreamin’ of the city And then one day, he bought a guitar He moved to Hollywood to become a star But living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city Built his house out of straw, what a pity And then one day, jammin’ on some chords Along came the wolf, knocking on his door Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin Well, I’m huffin’, I’m puffin’, I’ll blow your house in Huffin’, puffin’, blow your house in Huffin’, puffin’, blow your house in Huffin’ and a puffin’ and I’ll blow your house in Well, the second little piggy, well, he was kinda stoked He spent most of his day just in ganja smokin’ Huffin’ and a puffin’ down on Venice Beach Getting paid money for religious speech He built his shelter from what he garbage picked Mostly made up of old cans and sticks Then one day he was cranking out Bob Marley And along came the wolf on his big, bad Harley Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin Well, I’m huffin’, I’m puffin’, I’ll blow your house in Huffin’, puffin’, blow your house in Huffin’, puffin’, blow your house in Huffin’ and a puffin’ and I’ll blow your house in Well, the third little piggy, the grade A student His daddy was a rock star named Pig Nugent Earned his Masters Degree from Harvard College Built his house from his architect knowledge A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills Daddy’s rock stardom, paid for the bills And then one day came the old house smasher The big, bad wolf, the little piggy slasher Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin Well, I’m huffin’, I’m puffin’, I’ll blow your house in Huffin’, puffin’, blow your house in Huffin’, puffin’, blow your house in Huffin’ and a puffin’ and I’ll blow your house in Well, the big bad wolf Well, he huffed and he puffed, all that he could And low and behold the little piggy’s house stood «It’s made out of concrete», the little piggy shouted The wolf just frowned, as he pouted So, they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would They sent out Rambo just as fast as they could Yo, wolf-face, I’m your worst nightmare Your ass is mine Well, the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see So, that’s to end the story for you and me If you still give a listen, you just may Hear a big wolf or little piggy say Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin Well, I’m huffin’, I’m puffin’, I’ll blow your house in Huffin’, puffin’, blow your house in Huffin’, puffin’, blow your house in Huffin’ and a puffin’ and I’ll blow your house in And the moral of the story is A band with no talent can easily amuse Idiots with a stupid, puppet show