[Verse 1]
My father spent fifteen years just to teach me how to hold a spade
My father of fifty years thought that I had it made
[Chorus]
High on the hog
High on the hog
High on the hog
High on the hog
[Verse 2]
My mother taught me how to sew, she thought I would never know
My mother taught me how to read but my father taught me how to bleed
[Chorus]
High on the hog
High on the hog
High on the hog
High on the hog
Yeah
[Verse 3]
My girl taught me how to drink
My girl taught me how to smoke
My girl of eighteen years taught me everything I'd need to know
[Chorus]
High on the hog
High on the hog
High on the hog
High on the hog
[Verse 4]
My dog is the ace of scraps
My dog got some righteous snacks
My dog taught me how to run 'cause running from a gun ain't for everyone
[Chorus]
High on the hog
High on the hog
High on the hog
High on the hog
[Bridge]
Disco inferno motherfuckers
Got the high-cal, low-cal
Gimme that harmonica solo
Ah!
[Outro]
Ah ha ha ha ha!
Ah ha (cough cough)
Ah a (cough cough)
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