Pink Floyd – Pigs Three Different Ones (Guitar)

Em C Em C Em C Em C 
(Guitar) 

Em                 C                  G  Em  D Em
  Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are

 D Em                       C                  G   Em
You   well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are

      C                        G
And when your hand is on your heart.

G G# Am                          G  G#  Am    
       You're nearly a good laugh,       almost a joker.

 G    G# Am                       G G# Am    
With your   head down the pigbin saying  keep on digging

G G# Am                          G G# Am    
       Pig stain on your fat chin.      What do you hope to find 

G G# Am                     G G# Am    
       down in the pig mine?       You’re nearly a laugh.

G G# Am                                        Em  C      
       You're nearly a laugh but you really a cry

Em                 C                  G    D Em  D Em
  Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.

 D Em                 C                   G   D Em
You  fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are.

     C                              G
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.

G G# Am                          G G# Am    
       You're nearly a good laugh,      almost worth a quick grin.

G G# Am                          G G# Am    
       You like the feel of steel.      You're hot stuff with a hat pin

G G# Am                            G  G#  Am    
       and good fun with a hand gun.        You’re nearly a laugh.

G G# Am                                           Em   C     
       You're nearly a laugh but you’re really a cry

Em                    C                  G   D Em   D Em
  Hey you, Whitehouse, ha ha charade you are

 D  Em                      C                   G   D Em
You   house proud town mouse, ha ha charade you are

         C                                   G
You're trying to keep our feeling off the street

G G# Am                          G G# Am    
       You're nearly a real treat,      all tight lips and cold feet

G G# Am                      G G# Am    
       And do you feel abused

G G# Am                        G G# Am    
 You   gotta stem the evil tide       and keep it all on the inside

G G# Am                           G G# Am    
       Mary, you're nearly a treat,      Mary, you're nearly a treat

                     Em  C       
But you're really a cry