The Beatles Song of the Day is -Piggies. Piggies was written by George Harrison and one of four songs written by George that appeared on The White Album- I would say it is clearly the least significant of the four songs. Piggies was George’s attempt at social commentary. The song has nothing to do with policemen- more aimed at the middle and upper classes. Of course the song is most famous for Charles Manson taking it as a call to action and Pigs and Piggies would be found written in blood on the walls and doors in the victims blood after the Manson murders were committed. George would point out that the ‘what they needs a damn good whacking’ line came from his mother. He was looking for something to rhyme with ‘backing’ and she threw that out. John gave George the lines about the forks and knives to eat their bacon. Harrison had begun writing the song two years earlier in the Revolver days. He had intended it to be light-hearted satire on commercialism and class distinction. He should have just scrapped it. George Harrison: vocal, guitar. John Lennon: tape loops: Paul McCartney: bass: Ringo Starr: tambourine. Chris Thomas-harpsichord: Henry Daytner, Eric Bowie, Norman Lederman and Ronald Thomas- violins. John Underwood, Keith Cummings- viola, Eldon Fox and Reginald Kilbey-cellos. Produced by George Martin
- Rating “Piggies” *1/2 star out of 5 stars.
- length of song : 2:04.
- Piggies was never released as a single.
- recorded September 19, 20, 1968 and October 10th, 1968
- Jim Beviglia actually has Piggies ranked as the 85th best Beatles song. Spignesi and Lewis doesn’t have it in their Top 100, critic Bill Wyman ranks it 145 out of 213. Rolling Stone Magazine didn’t have it in their Top 100 and on The Beatles Channel listeners poll it failed to make the Top 100.
Have you seen the little piggies
Crawling in the dirt
And for all the little piggies
Life is getting worse
Always having dirt to play around in
Have you seen the bigger piggies
In their starched white shirts
You will find the bigger piggies
Stirring up the dirt
Always have clean shirts to play around in
In their sties with all their backing
They don’t care what goes on around
In their eyes there’s something lacking
What they need’s a damn good whacking
Everywhere there’s lots of piggies
Living piggy lives
You can see them out for dinner
With their piggy wives
Clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon