When pigs fly
Will their sty be in the sky
Will they be in cahoots
With the cow who
Flew over the moon
Hey diddle diddle
Grab your bow and fiddle
Let's jig all night
Then sleep 'til the middle of the day
When that large lady sings
Will it be a swan song
Making ripples on the lake
With reflections of our fate
Hey diddle diddle
Grab your bow and fiddle
Let's jig all night
Then sleep 'til the middle of the day
When this banjo rings
Do you hear ancient tones
Singin' in your soul
Clingin' to your marrow
Hey diddle diddle
Grab your bow and fiddle
Let's jig all night
Then sleep 'til the middle of the day
When the saints go marchin' in
Will you be in that number
Whether you be in bare feet
Or fine boots of Spanish leather
Hey diddle diddle
Grab your bow and fiddle
Let's jig all night
Then sleep 'til the middle of the day
