John Gorka Promnight In Pigtown
There were flowers from the boy pigs
Who were drinking in their barn digs
In suits of powdered blue
With those ruffled shirts on, too
All ordered through the mail
It was promnight in pigtown
There was hambones in long gowns
With painted cloven hooves
There was no need for shoes
Or the curlers in their tails
Couples had their pictures taken
Beneath those clothes the heat was bakin'
They'd pretend to be cool
Cause they'd soon be out of school
And the night a memory
They ate with noise food by the plates-full
But on the dance floor they were so graceful
They'd glide without a care
Their snouts tucked in the air
It was a sight to see
After desserts they bobbed for apples
All knowing soon they could be scrapple
Another packaged processed food
They bore no attitude
Or grudge against the world
The promqueen was dancing real slow
With her silk purse and her proud beau
Oinking low and soft
They quietly slipped off
With her new string of pearls
They all left in even numbers
Some to find love, some to find slumber
And some stayed up all night
To meet the morning light
Some went to the shore
After that, the class would scatter
From Delaware, to deli platters
All would lose a friend
They were noble till the end
And never asked for more
One little piggie went to market
On little piggie went to Rome
One little piggle had roast beef
And one little piggie had none
One little piggie had none
It was promnight in pigtown
