Smoke Blower - Flatfoot 56

Don’t blow your sunshine up my

Big bad wolf come right on in

I’m your little pig here within

Don’t blow your sunshine up my

Big bad wolf come right on in

I’m your little pig here within

You think you’re big, you’re bad, you’re good

You’re just another wolf in this pig’s hood

You run your mouth spewing lies

Can’t catch me and that’s no surprise

You better find some other house to blow down

One where there ain’t no pigs around

House of straw.

House of sticks

Can’t shake this house of bricks

House of straw.

House of sticks

Can’t shake this house of bricks…

Can’t shake this house of bricks

Don’t blow your sunshine up my

Big bad wolf, what happened to you?

You never learned to speak about what was true

But now I’m aware about what you said

Little Red Riding Hood, grandma’s dead

I’ve said everything I can say to you

So go ahead, do what you do

You know that truth and lies don’t mix

Like dead pigs in a house of bricks

House of straw.

House of sticks

Can’t shake this house of bricks

House of straw.

House of sticks

Can’t shake this house of bricks

House of straw.

House of sticks

Can’t shake this house of bricks

House of straw.

House of sticks

Can’t shake this house of bricks

You huff, you puff, you blow yourself down

You huff, you puff, you blow yourself down

You huff, you puff, you blow yourself down

You huff, and you puff, and you blow yourself down

Smoke Blower