CHORUS:
Glory, glory, porky scratchings,
Streaky bacon and pork crackling,
Glory, glory pigs don't have wings,
And they ain't gonna fly no more!

He put it on the runway and he filled it to the brim,
He fed it beans and Brussels sprouts and wind-producing things,
And when the boar was fit to burst he fitted it with wings,
And pigs ain't gonna fly no more!

He sat upon the saddle and the boar began to groan,
A methane fart came busting out with a jet engine moan,
He lit the fart and held on tight, the pig began to run,
And pigs ain't gonna fly no more!

It left the ground behind it and MacDonald grabbed its ears,
He hadn't thought to fit some reins to let the pilot steer,
Ascending to five thousand feet, he felt it buck and veer,
And pigs ain't gonna fly no more!

The fuel was spent, the engine failed and gravity soon hit,
The air-speed turned the piggy into hog-roast on the spit,
Its skin turned into crackling and then fell off bit by bit,
And pigs ain't gonna fly no more!

In a pall of greasy smoke, it finally came down,
The smell of roasting piggy could be smelled for miles around,
The impact made a crater that was half a mile around,
And pigs ain't gonna fly no more!

They couldn't find the pilot, just a half a ton of meat,
Some gammon and some pork chops, all the bacon they could eat,
Perfect crispy crackling and some ham cooked to a T,
And pigs ain't gonna fly no more!

SLOWLY:
Old-MacDonald-Dugless he was nowhere to be found,
Just a heap of sausage-meat a-steaming on the ground,
They made it into to pork-pies, there was plenty to go round,
And HE ain't gonna fly no more!