| Song | The Pigworker |
| Artist | The Soft Boys |
| Album | A Can of Bees |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hitchcock | |
| Well, Crowbar Joe was one of the brotherhood | |
| One of the brotherhood of hoods in the neighborhood | |
| Hoods in the holiday camp, heads in the basket box | |
| Well, J.J. Loomis had a dozen legs | |
| He come sliding out there when you least expect him | |
| And Crowbar Joe was a sacred pair | |
| 'Cause the one would hack as the other would loom | |
| I'm a pigworker mama | |
| Pigworker mama | |
| Pigworker mama gonna work my pig on you | |
| Pigworker mama | |
| Pigworker mama | |
| Pigworker mama gonna work my pig on you | |
| So the Pterodactyl wore a hood of leather | |
| And he opened everybody, even Heather | |
| With her foaming roses and broken hair | |
| She was all used up |
| zuo ci : Hitchcock | |
| Well, Crowbar Joe was one of the brotherhood | |
| One of the brotherhood of hoods in the neighborhood | |
| Hoods in the holiday camp, heads in the basket box | |
| Well, J. J. Loomis had a dozen legs | |
| He come sliding out there when you least expect him | |
| And Crowbar Joe was a sacred pair | |
| ' Cause the one would hack as the other would loom | |
| I' m a pigworker mama | |
| Pigworker mama | |
| Pigworker mama gonna work my pig on you | |
| Pigworker mama | |
| Pigworker mama | |
| Pigworker mama gonna work my pig on you | |
| So the Pterodactyl wore a hood of leather | |
| And he opened everybody, even Heather | |
| With her foaming roses and broken hair | |
| She was all used up |
| zuò cí : Hitchcock | |
| Well, Crowbar Joe was one of the brotherhood | |
| One of the brotherhood of hoods in the neighborhood | |
| Hoods in the holiday camp, heads in the basket box | |
| Well, J. J. Loomis had a dozen legs | |
| He come sliding out there when you least expect him | |
| And Crowbar Joe was a sacred pair | |
| ' Cause the one would hack as the other would loom | |
| I' m a pigworker mama | |
| Pigworker mama | |
| Pigworker mama gonna work my pig on you | |
| Pigworker mama | |
| Pigworker mama | |
| Pigworker mama gonna work my pig on you | |
| So the Pterodactyl wore a hood of leather | |
| And he opened everybody, even Heather | |
| With her foaming roses and broken hair | |
| She was all used up |