Run piggy run, we’ll have some fun With the fork and gun on Hugga Wugga ‘69 I’m the son of a bitch, son of a fork The son of a gun and I know how it works
In 1969 we felt fine The music and drugs and always on fight It was important, you’ll understand it later It’s so wonderful that we met on this Helter Skelter
Dance with me with your guts out When the sounds of Hugga Wugga fill the air around (c) DDV