Everyone Knows How This Song Will End The Paper Chase

Little pig, little pig
Get out the fat and sassy looks for my friends
Don't you know what they'll do to me
Still do the things that keeps you ahead
Well-fed and well-read and relative
To bovines like me
Who won't become your senator saints

No, we die in the cars that we make
Yeah, we choke on the sharp mustard seed
Yeah, we hang from the flag pole waving

What big teeth you have little piggy
And what big plans we snap at the bends
'Cause when it comes, it'll come as your friend
When it comes, it'll come as your friend
When it comes, it'll come as your friend
And everyone knows how this song will end

See that house over there? See that car over there? See these hands?
See this language I've built off the steak knives and solid still hands (well-fed and well-read and relative)
Yeah, the sheep dogs like me
Who plug the halls and pump the gas and wait
Shake the flag, kiss the girls, chase the bait
As you drive through the light once it's green
Don't look now, don't look now