Q: What do you call a Jewish Dilemma?
(answer at the bottom)



The slop runs down
The pigs dig in
You can hear ’em snorting, with big happy grins
The sun comes up...and a rooster crows
You never tire of watchin’ how fast piglets grow
Your out in the barn...and there at your feet
Lying is the sow with the magic teats
The daddy boar...inhales his meal
He looks at his children
And lets out a squeal
You’ve always lived for these moments
You always mucked out their pens

And you belong in the country
You belong on a farm
Working in the middle of pig sh!t
Inside a leanin’ barn
You were raised on the piggies
You eat pickled pigs feet
You trim their hooves
You spill their blood
When you butcher their meat

(SAX)

When you scream “SUEY”...they will come at once
Eager to get a taste of their fish head lunch
What you’re making friend...makes the Hebrews ill
Cause all that bacon...isn’t in their till
Two thousand hogs and growing
Thanks to your litter sh!tter sows


And you belong in the country
You belong on a farm
Mucking out a passel of hog sh!t
In a stinky barn
You’re at home with the piggies
Pig poop covers your boots
It’s in your jeans
It’s on their hooves
You’d be banned from Beirut
You can smell it
When you fry it
You can sell it
People buy it

You got porkers...yeah
They’re nowhere kosher...no-no
Your money makin’
Oh-oh, cause you got bacon (oh-o, oh)


You belong in the country
You belong on a farm
You belong in the country
You belong in a barn
You smell strong
You smell strong
Ooooh, oh


A: Free ham sandwiches