Pink Floyd > Pigs (Three Different Ones)

Big man, pig man
Ha, ha, charade you are
You well heeled big wheel
Ha, ha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
Youre nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying keep on digging
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find
Down in the pig mine?
Youre nearly a laugh
Youre nearly a laugh
But youre really a cry

Bus stop rat bag
Ha, ha, charade you are
You fucked up old hag
Ha, ha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
Youre nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel
Youre hot stuff with a hatpin
And good fun with a hand gun
Youre nearly a laugh
Youre nearly a laugh
But youre really a cry

Hey you, whitehouse
Ha, ha, charade you are
You house proud town mouse
Ha, ha, charade you are
Youre trying to keep our feelings off the street
Youre nearly a real treat
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
You got to stem the evil tide
And keep it all on the inside
Mary youre nearly a treat
Mary youre nearly a treat
But youre really a cry