Sexy swineherder, have you heard her? Walking the pasture, pigs running past her. She raises her cry, she makes her pigs fly. She can do anything, Sexy Swineherder.
Hitch up your piggies, hitch em to a trough. Slop up some magic, get ready to take off. Like a rocket she rise from the darkness of the sty, and then with a blinding light, disappears into the clear black night.
Glide on, Sexy, glide on through the crisp cold air. Glide on, Sexy, glide on, tell yourself you’ll al¬ways be up there. The spell will wear off soon, and when it does, your pigs won’t have wings anymore. Glide on, now, Sexy, glide on home. Put your pigs to rest and go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep alone.