There lives a certain cat in TW8 He is small and black, and he looks a total state Most people look at him with terror and with fear And Ocado drivers all know to stay well clear He can scream his guts out like he’s dying Even when there’s nothing wrong We can’t shut him up though we keep trying So we wrote this song
La la little sod Struts around as if he’s God He is a cat that really is strange La la little shit Why do we put up with it? He’s most bizarre and truly deranged
He rules his grand Château and is the one true Roi Yet he runs away when his daddy plays guitar On dark and stormy nights he goes on hunting sprees But he rolls and purrs when a man gives him a squeeze For his guests he’s sweet and captivating They think he can do no wrong Once they’ve gone he’s just excruciating Screaming all day long
La la little sod Struts around as if he’s God He’s got the whole world under his spell La la little shit Why do we put up with it? He’s really strange and creepy as hell
Joyeux anniversaire mon meilleur ami! We will sing-a-long with your birthday song at the party! Jimi and I will raise our glass to honour our dear friend in the UK!
Wishing you a wonderful day, my dear friends! Jimi sends his regards!
Merci! Hahaha, I didn’t think this song would be cool enough for rockers like you and Jimi, but that’s great to hear! I’m already mentally planning next year’s song …
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