Porkers Enter Porkman
When the Porkman takes a hold,
You’ll be scared your blood run cold
Then you’ll feel his putrid breath,
Closing in to bore your flesh
Down, down, he’s gonna take you down.
When the Porkman’s in the street,
He’s quite well mannered when he speaks
But if the Porkman challenges,
His grunting snout ravages
When he’s in the ring
He’ll do most anything
He’ll throw you all around,
He’s gonna take you down!
He learnt his trade in Mexico,
From the ancient champ El Santo!
He beat the greats down Texas way,
He remains the champion to this day!
