Who's Afraid Of The Big Bad Wolf? (Live At The Bon Soir, November 1962 First Show) (Remastered) Songtext
von Barbra Streisand
Who's Afraid Of The Big Bad Wolf? (Live At The Bon Soir, November 1962 First Show) (Remastered) Songtext
Well, people complain that I don′t sing standards
So, I'm gonna sing a standard I forgot
Who′s afraid of the big bad wolf
The big bad wolf
The big bad wolf
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Tra-la, la, la, la
Long ago, there were three pigs
Little, handsome, piggy wigs
For the big, bad, the very big, very bad wolf
They did not give three figs
Number one was very gay, (ho-ho)
And he built his house with hay
With a hey, hey, toot, he blew on his flute
And played around all day
Now number two was fond of jigs
And so, he built his house with twigs
Hey, diddle, diddle, he played on his fiddle
And danced with lady pigs
Number three said, "Nix on tricks
I shall build my house with bricks!"
He had no chance, to sing or dance
'Cause work and play don′t mix, so
Ha, ha, ha, the two little, do-little pigs
Just winked and laughed (ha-ha)
Who′s afraid of the big bad wolf
The big bad wolf
The big bad wolf
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Tra-la, la, la, la
Came the day when fate did frown
And a wolf blew into town
With a gruff, puff, puff, he puffed just enough
And the hay house fell right down
One and two were scared to death
Of the big bad wolfy′s breath
By the hair of your chinny chin, I'll blow you in
And the twig house answered, "Yes"
No one left, but number three
To save that piglet family
So, when they knocked, he fast unlocked
And said, "Come in with me!"
Now they all were safe inside
But the bricks hurt wolfy′s pride
So, he slid down the chimney, and oh, by jimminy
In a fire he was fried
Ho, ho, ho, the three little, free little pigs
Just winked and laughed (ha-ha)
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
The big bad wolf
The big bad wolf
Who′s afraid of the big bad wolf
Tra-la, la, la, la
Tra-la, la, tra, la, la
Tra-la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Who's afraid of the big bad, big bad
Big bad wolf?
Me! Cry
So, I'm gonna sing a standard I forgot
Who′s afraid of the big bad wolf
The big bad wolf
The big bad wolf
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Tra-la, la, la, la
Long ago, there were three pigs
Little, handsome, piggy wigs
For the big, bad, the very big, very bad wolf
They did not give three figs
Number one was very gay, (ho-ho)
And he built his house with hay
With a hey, hey, toot, he blew on his flute
And played around all day
Now number two was fond of jigs
And so, he built his house with twigs
Hey, diddle, diddle, he played on his fiddle
And danced with lady pigs
Number three said, "Nix on tricks
I shall build my house with bricks!"
He had no chance, to sing or dance
'Cause work and play don′t mix, so
Ha, ha, ha, the two little, do-little pigs
Just winked and laughed (ha-ha)
Who′s afraid of the big bad wolf
The big bad wolf
The big bad wolf
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Tra-la, la, la, la
Came the day when fate did frown
And a wolf blew into town
With a gruff, puff, puff, he puffed just enough
And the hay house fell right down
One and two were scared to death
Of the big bad wolfy′s breath
By the hair of your chinny chin, I'll blow you in
And the twig house answered, "Yes"
No one left, but number three
To save that piglet family
So, when they knocked, he fast unlocked
And said, "Come in with me!"
Now they all were safe inside
But the bricks hurt wolfy′s pride
So, he slid down the chimney, and oh, by jimminy
In a fire he was fried
Ho, ho, ho, the three little, free little pigs
Just winked and laughed (ha-ha)
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
The big bad wolf
The big bad wolf
Who′s afraid of the big bad wolf
Tra-la, la, la, la
Tra-la, la, tra, la, la
Tra-la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Who's afraid of the big bad, big bad
Big bad wolf?
Me! Cry
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