There gonna be a big, big fuss and a whole lot of pork
When the love pigs get here
They're gonna be poking at us with a bloody pitchfork
When the love pigs get here
There gonna be a big disaster on the network news
When my animal sits here
And they're gonna [bad word] when you finally choose who the loser is here

(I'll tell you something)
But all this talkin' don't add up to much
(We'll move into your neighbourhood)
You shouldn't be walking, ride your bike like the Dutch

Gonna be a one eyed jack and a two headed dog at the radio station
There gonna be three amigos and a four along fire at the radio station
There gonna be a whole lota shakin' on the floor tonight at the united nations
Oh, now [bad word] on your grave and I'll see you in [bad word] 
If you get the invitation!

(Dim the lights, dim the lights, dim the lights, dim the lights)
'Cos I can't stay still when I step in the light
(Dim the lights, dim the lights, dim the lights, dim the lights)
'Cos my head can't wait for your love tonight

Gonna be a repetition of the same old thing
When the white kids get here
There gonna be a swift beheading of the queen and king
When the white kids get here
They're gonna butter me up and hose me down
When I lose my wits here
And they're gonna disinfect the entire town
When the love pigs [bad word] here

(Dim the lights, dim the lights, dim the lights, dim the lights)
'Cos I can't stay still when I step in the light
(Dim the lights, dim the lights, dim the lights, dim the lights)
'Cos my head can't wait for your love tonight