I don't want to kill my china pig;
No I don't.
A man's gotta live.
A man's gotta eat.
A man's gotta have shoes to walk out on the street.
I don't want to kill my china pig.
Eli, he was a baby, I want you to see.
I don't want to kill my china pig.
Well I used to go to school,
With a little red box;
And I used to have my pig go with me.
We walked for blocks.
I don't want to kill my china pig.
His tail curled five times in a circle 'round.
It's glazed.
He's got a slot in his back, flowers grow.
My china pig be a quite a show.
I don't want to kill my china pig.
Woe, no.
My china pig.
I got him by the snout,
And I takes him by the cuff,
And I whipped out my fork,
And I poked at him.
Three hairs laid out, on my floor.
I remember my china pig.
I fed the neighborhood.
It was a big neighborhood.
A lot of people liked my pig.
One little girl used to put her fingers in his snout.
I put a fork in his back.
I didn't want to kill my china pig.