The Prince of Slop

northern american music,regional music,country,traditional country,american folk music

April 16th, 2024udio

Lyrics

He thought he was the cleanest pig in the whole farmyard But now I reckon he's just rolling in the mud so hard He's got himself all dirty, making oinks in time While the sun is shining down All he does is play around And I'm gettin' tired of that muddy little sound You'd think that pig was living the royal life With his snout so high, grunting left and right He waddles in the sty, it's a pigsty dance Pinkish prince of slop, takes a muddy chance Despite the mess, he's happy, free and loud A simple joy in dirt, so unclean, so proud It's a hog heaven, full of grunts and squeals Rollin' in the muck, yeah it’s his ideal A pig so muddy, from his ears to his tail Pinkish porker's pride, down the dirty trail He'll snort with delight, in the slop he's crowned Splish, splash, and oink, to the barnyard sounds Pigs they're a-playin', in their muddy fest Snortin' with a rhythm that they know the best Each oink and grunt’s a tune in this sloppy play In the muck and the mud, oh they romp all day They wallow in the grime, with a happy squeal Oh, pinkish happy hogs, in their hearty zeal