Miss Piggy struts around following me where ever I go
shrieking orders like a drill sergeant from the Gestapo!
She judges yet has no idea of my predicament.
My body is aching and my shoulders are bent.
On the graveyard shift I feel like death is closing in.
Miss Piggy’s heart is tougher than any pig skin.
Though I’ve relentlessly told her time & time again,
I’m working as fast as any human behind this machine can!
Daily the machines break down and cause my work to stop!
Yet, I hurry and try to finish my chores to beat the clock!
Still she does not care as long as the work is done.
One of these days I feel that I will come undone.
Yes, I’ll put Miss Piggy right in her place,
and, let someone else keep up this ungodly pace.