They are victims of their environment
our precious nanny State lot
and the sheep are going bar bar bar
hey! should it not be baa baa baa ask the watcher
No, came the reply
we mean Bar
drinking is our favourite to do things
and anyway, we also like barring the clever clogs
and the pigs lead the mob
going, oik oik oiks oiks oiks
hey! pigs, should you not be honking oink oink oink
asks the watcher
No, came the reply
we may be Town pigs, but we know what we are
who are you to tell us otherwise
And in calamitous unison they all march along
beasts of no pen, beasts of little means
Beasts of land and sea and skies!
Come join us in our Silicon Valley
where no dark Knight shall rise and show any talents
we will unite and march to the Bar to bar
Put the rings on our noses
seize the prizes,
Wheat and barley, oats and hay,
we need them to make more *****
bar! bar! bar! screams sheep and oiks, oiks oiks
power to the majority
Hey! I thought Old Major is dead, beeps a sheep
Shut up! oinks a pig
We are the majority
And this shinning cages of ours
Shall be trod by us beasts alone.
Bar, either Man or Prince