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Wee Willy and Piggy's Palace
There is a pig farmer in B.C
In B.C., In B.C.
That's British Columbia folks.
Western Canada.
Wild country.
This here pig farmer was quite busy
Real busy, too busy
That's Busy with a capital B.
A big time mover.
Real wild man.
How'd he manage to fit this all in-
All of it, all the sin?
Somehow he did it, hear me folks,
For he found the time
And they died.
For many years, city prostitutes-
With short skirts and long boots,
Long hair, short hair, dark skinned and light-
Disappeared without
Any trace.
Some relatives kicked up quite a fuss.
They would rant, they would cuss
They'd beg for investigations
"Go search. Go find them".
Right. Just trash!
Finally things came to quite a head.
Police found a small thread
Joining the disappearances
In Port Coquitlam.
Wild country.
Pig farmer's pig sty yielded a clue
Buried in pig doo doo.
Robert (Willy) Pickton at last
Had been discovered
By police.
Here's the vat where he boiled pigs whole.
What is under this knoll?
They've found a purse and I.D. cards
And they've found a skull-
Not a pig's.
What a sight, police combing each inch-
Count on them, in a pinch.
Sniffer dogs went rooting around
Noses to the ground
In the muck.
"Piggy's Palace" was the real hang-out
Of Willy and bro lout.
Roaring up on their Hog Harley's
They would entertain
Their new "dates".
The place is closed -notoriety-
And its society.
Greasy balding little Willy-
Fifty two years old-
Is shocked, folks!
Fifty females have disappeared , man,
Over twenty year's span.
Only druggies and hookers though
Low, blow, so, go, Joe
Yeah, that's life.
There is a pig farmer in B.C.
Yeah B.C.. Nice country.
Nasty Willie Pickton lives there
But not for long folks.
Not for long.
