Mr. Big Pig
Mr. Big Pig, he thought he was tough,
He learned how to swear, you know that he learned how to curse.
He got himself a gun and he learned how to shoot,
He even got a gas mask and put it on his snoot.
With his gun and his club hanging by his side
You know that he thought he was the meanest -huh- pig alive.
With his gloves on his hands and his boots on his feet
He thought he was the coolest pig on the streets.
Hey, you don't have to be a man to beat a man,
You don't have to be a man to beat a man.
Aw come on, play it for me now.
Hey! You know what I'm talkin' about,
I'm talkin' about Mr. Pig, the man.
Mr. Big Pig, he likes to be safe,
You know that he always begs for tear-gas and a little bit of mace.
He loves his leather gloves, his bullet-proof vest,
His great Big Pig badge pinned to his chest.
With all his equipment, he feels pretty big,
But it takes more than clothes to make more than a pig ?
Shotguns, squad cars, walky-talkies, too,
Mr. Big Pig, you just look like a fool.
Hey, you don't have to be a man to beat a man.
C'mon, you don't have to be a man to beat a man.
Ah, come on, let's rock on now.
Sr. Gran Cerdo
Sr. Gran Cerdo, pensaba que era duro,
Aprendió a maldecir, sabes que aprendió a maldecir.
Se consiguió un arma y aprendió a disparar,
Incluso se puso una máscara de gas en su hocico.
Con su arma y su porra colgando a su lado,
Sabes que pensaba que era el cerdo más malo -huh- vivo.
Con sus guantes en sus manos y sus botas en sus pies,
Pensaba que era el cerdo más genial de las calles.
Oye, no tienes que ser un hombre para vencer a un hombre,
No tienes que ser un hombre para vencer a un hombre.
Vamos, toca para mí ahora.
¡Oye! Sabes de qué estoy hablando,
Estoy hablando del Sr. Cerdo, el hombre.
Sr. Gran Cerdo, le gusta estar seguro,
Sabes que siempre ruega por gas lacrimógeno y un poco de gas pimienta.
Ama sus guantes de cuero, su chaleco antibalas,
Su gran insignia de Gran Cerdo prendida en su pecho.
Con todo su equipamiento, se siente bastante grande,
Pero se necesita más que ropa para ser más que un cerdo.
Escopetas, patrullas, walkie-talkies también,
Sr. Gran Cerdo, solo pareces un tonto.
Oye, no tienes que ser un hombre para vencer a un hombre.
Vamos, no tienes que ser un hombre para vencer a un hombre.
Ah, vamos, ¡vamos a rockear ahora!
Escrita por: Country Joe McDonald