China Pig

'Do one of those…shtoom, shtoom, shtoom…
One of those, just, very slow…'
I don't wanna kill my china pig
No I don't
A man's gotta live, a man's gotta eat
A man's gotta have shoes to walk out on the street
I don't wanna kill my china pig
Ah, he was a baby, I want you to see
I don't wanna kill my china pig
Well I used to go to school, with a little red box
And I used to have my pig go with me, we walked for blocks
I don' t want to kill my china pig
His tail curls five times in a circle 'round, ha
It's glazed
He's got a slot in his back; flowers grow
My china pig be uh, quite a show
I don't wanna kill my china pig
No I don't
I got him by the snout, 'n I taked him by the cuff
'N I whipped out my fork, and I poked at him
Three hairs laid, out on my floor
I remember my china pig
I fed the neighborhood
It was a big neighborhood
A lot of people liked my pig
One little girl used to put her fingers in his snout
I put a fork in his back!
I didn't wanna kill my china pig