Well, Crowbar Joe was one of the brotherhood
One of the brotherhood of hoods in the neighborhood
Hoods in the holiday camp, heads in the basket box

Well, J.J. Loomis had a dozen legs
He come sliding out there when you least expect him
And Crowbar Joe was a sacred pair
'Cause the one would hack as the other would loom

I'm a pigworker mama
Pigworker mama
Pigworker mama gonna work my pig on you

Pigworker mama
Pigworker mama
Pigworker mama gonna work my pig on you

So the Pterodactyl wore a hood of leather
And he opened everybody, even Heather
With her foaming roses and broken hair
She was all used up