Perhaps Dana Lyons will allow us to modify his "Cows with guns" Theme song a bit for our club....
Fat and docile, big and dumb
They look so stupid, they aren't much fun
Hogs aren't fun
They eat to grow, grow to die
Die to be et at the sausage fry
Hogs well done
Nobody thunk it, nobody knew
No one imagined the great Hog guru
Hogs are one
He hid in the forest, read books with great zeal
He loved Che Guevera, a revolutionary sqeal
Hog Tse Tongue
He spoke about justice, but nobody stirred
He felt like an outcast, alone in the herd
Hog doldrums
He squealed we must fight, escape or we'll die
Hogs gathered around, cause the steaks were so high
Bad pork pun
But then he was captured, stuffed into a crate
Loaded onto a truck, where he rode to his fate
Hogs are bummed
He was a scrawny piglet, who looked rather woozy
No one suspected he was packing an Uzi
Hogs with guns
They came with a needle to stick in his thigh
He kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye
Hog well hung
Knocked over a tractor and ran for the door
Six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor
Run Hogs run!
He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay
We are free roving Hogs, we run free today
We will fight for porker freedom
And hold our large heads high
We will run free with the Natural Outlaws, or die
Hogs with guns
They crashed the gate in a great stampede
Tipped over a milk truck, torched all the feed
Hogs have fun
Sixty police cars were piled in a heap
Covered in pen poo pies, covered up deep
Much Hog dung
Black smoke rising, darkening the day
Twelve burning knock off plants, have it your way
We will fight for porker freedom
And hold our large heads high
We will run free with the MOFOS, or die
Hogs with guns
The President said "enough is enough
These uppity porkers, its time to get tough"
Hog dung flung
The newspapers gloated, folks concerns assuaged
Tomorrow at noon, they would all be ground sausage
Hogs on buns
The Hogs were surrounded, they waited and prayed
They squealed their last squeals,
they chewed their last infi
Hogs out gunned
The order was given to turn porkers to chops
Enforced by the might of ten thousand cops
But on the horizon surrounding the shops
Came the deafening roar of argonne assaults with birds beak tops
We will fight for porker freedom
And hold our large heads high
We will run free with the Satin Jacks, or die
Hogs with guns