Sam´s Last Boogie
There were flowers from the boy pigs,
Who were drinkin' in their barn digs,
In suits of powder blue,
And ruffled shirts on too,
All ordered through the mail.
It was prom night in Pig Town
There was hambones in long gowns,
With painted cloven hooves,
There was no need for shoes,
Or the curlers in their tails.
Couples had their pictures taken,
Under those clothes, the heat was bakin',
They pretended to be cool,
'Cause they'd soon be out of school,
The night of memories.
They ate with noise food by the plates full,
But on the dance floor, they were so graceful,
They'd glide without a care,
Their snouts tucked in the air,
It was a sight to see.
After desserts they bobbed for apples,
All knowing soon they could be scrapple,
Another packaged processed food,
They bore no attitude,
Or grudge against the world.
The prom queen was dancing real slow,
With her silk purse and her proud beau,
Oinking low and soft,
They quietly slipped off
With her new string of pearls.
They all left in even numbers,
Some to find love, some to find slumber;
And some stayed up all night,
To greet the morning light,
And some went to the shore.
And after that the class would scatter,
A Última Balada do Sam
Havia flores dos porquinhos,
Que estavam bebendo em seus barracos,
Com ternos azul claro,
E camisas de babados também,
Tudo encomendado pelo correio.
Era a noite do baile em Porcolândia
Havia pernil em vestidos longos,
Com cascos pintados,
Não havia necessidade de sapatos,
Ou de bobes nas caudas.
Casais tiravam fotos,
Debaixo daquelas roupas, o calor era intenso,
Eles fingiam estar de boa,
Porque logo estariam fora da escola,
A noite das memórias.
Comiam barulhento, comida em pratos cheios,
Mas na pista de dança, eram tão graciosos,
Deslizavam sem se importar,
Com os focinhos para o ar,
Era um espetáculo.
Depois da sobremesa, mergulharam por maçãs,
Todos sabendo que logo poderiam ser linguiça,
Outro alimento processado,
Não tinham atitude,
Nem rancor contra o mundo.
A rainha do baile dançava bem devagar,
Com sua bolsa de seda e seu orgulhoso par,
Grunhindo baixo e suave,
Eles saíram discretamente
Com seu novo colar de pérolas.
Todos saíram em números pares,
Alguns para encontrar amor, outros para encontrar sono;
E alguns ficaram acordados a noite toda,
Para saudar a luz da manhã,
E alguns foram para a praia.
E depois disso, a turma se dispersaria,