drop the mike the pigs are here
Drop the mike, the pigs are here
They are singing their snouts off in holiday cheer!
We ran to the window and saw the happy three
They were deep in their cups, singing loudly in glee
Drop the mike, they have ruined all other songs
They are always right, they are never wrong!
We had to laugh at the exuberance of our younger child
Until this second he had been quiet and mild
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