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 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 You huff, and you puff, and you blow yourself down You huff, and you puff, and you blow yourself down Smoke Blower [[Category:Flatfoot 56]]

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