Pig Island - Scott Bakula

There is one perfect place in the whole wide world

Where noses are crinkled and tails are curled

Where squeals are happy and smiles are bright

And the wind is gentle all day and night

Pig Island

Pig Island

What a beautiful place to be

They play on the beaches the colour of peaches

There by the turquoise sea, oh, my

Under a blue, blue sky

All over Pig Island there are piggies galore

I know that there must be a million or more

They sing piggy songs as loud as they please

And wiggle to sleep in the coconut trees

Pig Island

Pig Island

What a beautiful place to be

They play on the beaches the colour of peaches

There by the turquoise sea, oh, my

Under a blue, blue sky

The only way to get there is by Piggy Express

You’ve got to close your eyes and whisper «ooh, yes!»

A tiny little piggy with silver wings

Touches your hand and softly sings:

Pig Island

Pig Island

What a beautiful place to be

They play on the beaches the colour of peaches

There by the turquoise sea, oh, my

Under a blue, blue sky

And when you arrive, they’re so glad that you came:

They jump up and down as they call out your name

Look at them dancing all along the shore

You all know the song so let’s sing it once more:

Pig Island

Pig Island

What a beautiful place to be

They play on the beaches the colour of peaches

There by the turquoise sea, oh, my

Under a blue, blue sky

Pig Island

Pig Island

What a beautiful place to be

They play on the beaches the colour of peaches

There by the turquoise sea, oh, my

Under a blue, blue sky

Under a blue, blue sky

Under… a very blue sky