China Pig

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