Lyrics to Big Bad Rap

Let me rap a little bit about the Big Bad Wolf

Because in chasing little pigs he made a big bad goof

You know it would have done him better to remain aloof

But his appetite was getting in his way

When he met the little pig whose house was made of straw

You know he never should have said a wolf was at his door

He could have said he was delivering a pizza, sure

But no, his appetite was getting in his way

So when he's huffin' and a-puffin' up his big bad chest

That little pig jumped out the window, he was heading west

And Wolfie he was pickin' straw out of his vest

Because his appetite was getting in his way

So then he runs until he comes upon that house of twigs

Slides his eye up to the keyhole and he sees two pigs

They're just sitting back and laughing in their twiggy digs

And Wolfie's dreaming of a piggy-wig flambé

So he was poundin' at the door and screaming “Bacon, Ho!”

“I'm gonna slice you, dice you, here I go!”

The little pigs are truckin' out their twiggy digs back door

‘Cause Wolfie's appetite was getting in his way

By the time he was arrivin' at that house of bricks

There were the Three Little Pigs just gettin' their kicks

You know that Wolfie's just a-jumpin' to get in his licks

And put some Piggly-Wiggly sausages away

And since he couldn't huff and puff and blow that house away

He's climbing up on to the roof and down the chim-nye-aye

But hey, he slid into a pot of boiling water, Ray!

And the piggies feasted on him all the day

Now you should try to learn a lesson from this Big Bad Dope

If you've got appetites like him then keep them on a rope

Just keep a calm cool head and then you've got some hope

Of keeping appetites from getting in your way

And that's my Big Bad Rap

My Big Bad Rap

Big Bad Rap

Yeah, my Big Bad Rap