Knock, knock on my door…one cold, funky day
A Hairball announced…he was a runaway stray
Now I gotsta admit…’Twas quite a shock
To hear “Whiskers and Fleas”…and the way the cat talked
He told a forlorn…a most sad little tale
And cussed like a sailor…when I stepped on his tail
He said, “man, a cat like you and a cat like me
We was born to be famous…just wait and see”
Was given the largest…stage the town had
But I just had a feelin’…things would go bad
The crowd they believed…they all let out a “wow!”
But that straggly old cat…he just said…”Meow”
I took him on home…took away all his tuna
He said, “You a lowlife rat…I should have left soona”
I told him “hit the road jack…go someplace else to get fat”
He laughed saying, “make your own stash, what’d ‘ya expect
From a cat
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