Well, Crowbar Joe was one of the brotherhood One of the brotherhood of hoods in the neighborhood Hoods in the holiday camp, heads in the basket box Well, J.J. Loomis had a dozen legs He come sliding out there when you least expect him And Crowbar Joe was a sacred pair 'Cause the one would hack as the other would loom I'm a pigworker mama Pigworker mama Pigworker mama gonna work my pig on you Pigworker mama Pigworker mama Pigworker mama gonna work my pig on you So the Pterodactyl wore a hood of leather And he opened everybody, even Heather With her foaming roses and broken hair She was all used up