["Oinkstrumental" intro]
{"Oink-oink-oink, oink-oink, ah-oink}
{Oink-oink-oink, oink-oink}
[continue these "oinks" through entire "Oinkstrumental" intro section]

We pigs live just like hogs here
Yeah, we lay around all the time
We take breakfast, then we nap some
And then we roll in slime
The horses and the oxen
Are always hauling things around
While we wallow here in our mud
We don't have to move around
Do what we want to
We hang out in our sty
Spoiled, corn-fed porkers

["Oinkstrumental" break]
[break in after 1st run through of guitar riff notes]
{We're lazy pigs}
[then back to same "Oinkstrumental" pattern to lead guitar notes up to next verse lyrics]

Then Farmer John came out of the house
He sighed and he look around
The Farmer said, "It's about time right now
You pigs will have to go"
Onto a truck we loaded
We swine all began to pace
Wond'ring what this was all about
Just why we're being moved with haste
Pork in this box-car
It's not when "Pigs will fly"
Short trip; not too far

["Oinkstrumental break" – when the "Oinkstrumental" jam picks up during this longer section the "oinks" get more hurried and troubled sounding as the Pig's concern grows]

We ended up at the Slaughterhouse
Blood and guts were ev'rywhere
Truck was unloaded then they drove us inside
The smell of Death was there
Saw sickening sights like severed pig's heads
So gruesome; caused me dread
No way for us to get out of this
It seems for food we were bred
Pigs – raised for slaughter
I'll soon be "ham-on-rye"
Pigs led to slaughter

["Oinkstrumentals" out to end Fade]