We have no choice, Piggies & Pals, but to Carry and Scurry On! It's Retro Rock 'N Roll Thursday! 🐹 🤎 🖤 🤎 🎶 🎶 🎶 💽 🥕

Do you have that strange feeling of déjà vu that you just fed the pigs? But you're not sure? Me too!

From Radio KPIG, Wheeked to the tune of "Carry On", Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young (1969)

"🎶 One morning I wheeked up and I knew
Your pellet bowl was gone
A new day, some fresh hay
And new beady-eyes to greet the dawn
Go your way, and I’ll chew mine
And scurry on

Rejoice, high voice, ear-splitting high voice,
we have no choice
But to scurry on

Carry on
Snacks are coming
Snacks are coming to us all"

Somewhere between folk rock and floor veggie negotiations, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young has officially gone full guinea pig.

David Cavy — The velvet-voiced philosophical boar who insists every rehearsal begin with “creative lettuce alignment” and somehow turns every song into a 14-minute emotional journey.

Stephen Stillsqueak — Multi-instrumentalist, harmony perfectionist, and the only pig capable of tuning a guitar, a banjo, and an emergency snack bell simultaneously.

Graham Gnash the Teeth — Supplies the dramatic eyebrows, sharp opinions, and occasional passive-aggressive wheeks that somehow make the harmonies even tighter.

Neil Youngster Piglet — Wanders in wearing fringe, writes a haunting masterpiece in six minutes, then disappears into the hay pile before anyone can ask what the lyrics meant.

Wheek on, Pigs!