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Lady in the Tutti Frutti Hat: Carmen Miranda on Films & Airshots (Carmen Miranda) · Fania All-Stars with Ismael Miranda (Ismael Miranda) · The Best of Orchestra Harlow & Ismael Miranda (Ismael Miranda) · Roberta Miranda, Vol. 1 (Roberta Miranda) · Miltong Miranda (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Box Carmen Miranda (Carmen Miranda) · Sasquatch: A Miranda Records Sampler (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Roberta Miranda, Vol.9 (Roberta Miranda) · Miranda! El Templo del Pop [US] (Miranda!) · Este Es Ismael Miranda (Ismael Miranda) – and 90 other albums »


feel
The same fire in my heart I felt out in that field

I'm proud of the house we built
It's stronger than sticks, stones, and steel
It's not a big
at night and I still feel
The same fire in my heart I felt out in that field

I'm proud of the house we built
It's stronger than sticks, stones,
at night and I still feel
The same fire in my heart I felt out in that field

I'm proud of the house we built
It's stronger than sticks, stones,
laugh at him
That's not happening, that I can't fathom
Eighty something million records worldwide later,
I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator
the house that built me

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail
I told her to leave me alone
That's what she's done
Just what she's done

And a house built for two, ain't a home
When it's lived in by one, one
There's a little house I drive by everyday going into town
And it just kills me to see how he's let it run down
When I built it, to hear you tell
to me

Thought I'd drop by and see it one more time
I parked the car got out and looked it over
The unkept lawn now seemed so strange to me
That
the old house smasher
The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!
Little Pig,
He's living in that big old house that he knows was built by me
He's playing with the baby that belongs to her and me.
At night he loves a woman
brothel
No, I want a wife that fuck me like a prostitute
Let's make love on a million, in a dirty hotel
With the fan on the ceiling, all for the love
mind
That your enemies grow strong on what you leave behind
I built it up and the wolf he came around
He huffed and puffed and the house fell down
the shore is calling out
So I will marry, built a home
And see what that's about

Children came by the dozens then
Drifting south like rain
I worked
at night and I still feel
The same fire in my heart I felt out in that field

I'm proud of the house we built
It's stronger than sticks, stones,
I told her to leave me alone
That's what she's done, just what she's done
And a house built for two, ain't a home
When it's lived in by one, one
step, stone by stone
We built this house into a home
For you to...

[Chorus:]
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
And he built his house with
wolf'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
wolf'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
They built a prison by the freeway
Just to rub it in
It's a gentle reminder
Of the wages of sin
The ones on the inside
Are being paid their
wolf'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
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Avenue

Built up on cinder blocks off the ground
What with the rain and the soft swampy land
By the sweet honeysuckle that grew all around
Were
love won't change
Well we married that spring and we built a house
On the bank of the river where the rock juts out
Now the river's still here but
the old house smasher
The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!
Little Pig,