The Taxman comes for the Peace Pig:

One, two, three, four…
We don’t need your blood for oil
Hrmm!
One, two, (one, two, three, four!)

Let me tell you how it will be;
Absolute mo-ral authority.
‘Cause I’m the Peace Pig,
Yeah, I’m the Peace Pig.

Should a quarter-mil disappear in air,
The IRS surely won’t care.
‘Cause I’m the Peace Pig,
Yeah, I’m the Peace Pig.

(if you carpool in a Prius, Prius;) – chip in from all three of ya’s;
(if you avoid my stink, stink;) – I’ll call in Code Pink;
(if you get too fat, fat;) – I’ll eat your sandwich;
(if you say you’re tapped, tapped;) – I’ll cry ’til I’m rich.

Peace Pig!

‘Cause I’m the Peace Pig,
Yeah, I’m the Peace Pig.

Don’t ask me what I want it for, (ah-ah, Mother Sheehan)
Camp Casey needs a Whole Foods store (ah-ah, Mother Sheehan)
‘Cause I’m the Peace Pig,
Yeah, I’m the Peace Pig.

Now my advice for those who die, (Peace Pig)
Keep my bankroll fat as my thunder thighs. (Peace Pig)
‘Cause I’m the Peace Pig,
Yeah, I’m the Peace Pig.

And you’re shilling for no one but me.

Peace Pig!

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