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Bad Jake was a gunfighter He was big and tough and mean, He never bothered shaving And his pants were never clean... |
He fought and stole and gambled And treated people bad, And no-one dared to stop him! Oh, what an utter cad! |
One day while Jake was riding An Indian called his name, And said:'You're a bad man, Jake, It's really a shame.' |
He said, ' You cheat and gamble, Jake, And you don't give a fig, But beware that you aren't haunted... By the devil's herd of pigs!' |
But Jake just snarled and laughed And knocked the Indian to the floor, For Jake thought he was big and tough And 'way above the law. |
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But that night he had a nightmare, And in his sleep he cried - He dreamed about the devil's herd The ghost-pigs in the sky! |
Next morning Jake forgot his dream And rode into a town - He planned to rob the local bank And burn the schoolhouse down - |
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But all at once, a man in black Appeared down the street, And called on Jake to draw his gun! There was nowhere to retreat |
Now, Jake he wasn't worried, For he thought he was the best, He'd never lost a gunfight, He was the fastest in the west. |
But as his foeman raised his head Jake gave a litle shout For the man looked like a devil-pig, With an eerie piggy snout! |
The sight made Bad Jake hesitate, His draw was far too slow, In seconds he had made his fate, Shot by his eerie foe! |
As Jake lay in the dusty street, His life-blood oozed away, 'The haunted little pigs have got me.' Were the last words he did say. |
And as Jake breathed his dying breath, His foe removed his snout, And waved to a nearby building And the Indian came out! |
They'd plotted in advance to make Jake make his fatal error, And played upon his fear of ghosts To end his reign of terror! |
Because Jake was afraid of pigs, His bacon had to fry - He was beaten by a false snout - And the ghost-pigs in the sky. |
From: OINK! May 30th 1987