I don't want to kill my china pig; No I don't. A man's gotta live. A man's gotta eat. A man's gotta have shoes to walk out on the street. I don't want to kill my china pig. Eli, he was a baby, I want you to see. I don't want to kill my china pig. Well I used to go to school, With a little red box; And I used to have my pig go with me. We walked for blocks. I don't want to kill my china pig. His tail curled five times in a circle 'round. It's glazed. He's got a slot in his back, flowers grow. My china pig be a quite a show. I don't want to kill my china pig. Woe, no. My china pig. I got him by the snout, And I takes him by the cuff, And I whipped out my fork, And I poked at him. Three hairs laid out, on my floor. I remember my china pig. I fed the neighborhood. It was a big neighborhood. A lot of people liked my pig. One little girl used to put her fingers in his snout. I put a fork in his back. I didn't want to kill my china pig.