Lyrics
Somebody's moggie by the side of the road
Somebody's pussy who forgot his highway code
Someone's favourite feline who ran clean out of luck
When he ran onto the road and tried to argue with a truck
Yesterday he purred and played in his pussy paradise
Decapitating Tweety Birds and masticating mice
Now he's just six pounds of raw mince meat that don't smell very nice
He's nobody's moggie now
All you who love your pussy be sure to keep him in
Don't let him argue with a truck, the truck is bound to win
And up on the busy road, don't let him play or frolic
If you do, I'm warning you, it could be cat-astrophic
If he tries to play on the roadway, I'm afraid that will be that
There will be one last despairing miaow and a sort of squelchy splat
And your pussy will be slightly dead and very, very flat
He's nobody's moggie, just red and squashed and soggy
He's nobody's moggie now
Ommmm