This morning I wake up and I feel
a kind of emptiness down in my guts.
What should I do?
I cook Pig Chili, 'cause this itch is hard to scratch now.
Once a day it'll help to keep me going on.
It takes me to a place where I don't need nobody.
It's got a spicy feel that I just can't describe and that
Helps to keep me going on.
Cumin, salt, cinnamon, beef stock,
the sauce is bright, it can start its fight, the steam is high.
Think I got it right, the reduction starts to get flavor,
but there ain't much time, no there ain't much time.
(Pig Chili...
Pig Chili...
Pig Chili...
Pig Chili...
Pig Chili...)
Try Pig Chili when life's tryna get you down.
Taste it to the last drop, till there's no more left around.
Try Pig Chili when life's tryna get you down.
Taste it to the last drop, till there's no more left around.
This afternoon I start to get the feeling
that this too much chilling's putting me down.
I lost my cool, I'm gonna need just a little bit
of neat Pig Chili when the sun's going down.
Once a day it'll help to keep me going on.
It takes me to a place where I can be somebody.
It teases and it nags me but I wanna be a part of it and
Helps to keep me going on.
(Pig Chili...
Pig Chili...
Pig Chili...
Pig Chili...
Pig Chili...)
Try Pig Chili when life's tryna get you down.
Taste it to the last drop, till there's no more left around.
Try Pig Chili when life's tryna get you down.
Taste it to the last drop, till there's no more left around.
Hoist the torchlight, here comes the hot swine.
Here comes the hot swine.
Here comes the hot swine.