Oingo Boingo - The cat is dead Lyrics
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- The cat is dead Lyrics
Album: Oh, deedle-dee three tots are we And we're as clever as can be We live with Grandma Ida And our dear, old Grandpa Ned And little, Baby Mike (the brat) And don't forget the Siamese cat And in the attic from Detroit is great, fat Uncle Fred Oh Grandpa wishes he were rich And Grandma just complains (the bitch) And Uncle Fred sits drunk in bed Mike cries all night and day The cat thinks that he owns the place He bites and scratches on the face It'd be so nice if they all went away Away! Away-dee-dae-dee-dae-dee-dae-dee-dae-dee-dae-dee-dae-dee-dae The cat is dead! The cat is dead! I went to pat him on the head He didn't purr, he didn't meow He didn't blink or sniff He seemed to have a funny smile That made me laugh but all the while The tail that used to flip and flop got awful cold and stiff We chopped him into little bits And seasoned him with apple bits And with some dust, We made a crust And put him in a pie Into the oven he did slip Until the crust was nice and crisp I'll love the little kittie til I die I die! I die-dee-die-dee-die-dee-die-dee-die-dee-die-dee-die The cat is dead! The cat is dead! And Mikey too and Uncle Fred, Expiring all so suddenly While sipping down some tea The tea was hot The tea was nice Some stricnine and a little spice To cover up the funny taste of our conspiracy When Grandpa saw what we had done He went straight for his hunting gun But we were quick, we stole the clip The rest is history To make sure Grandma wouldn't flee We gave her a labotamy And now she's just as happy as can be Can be! Can be-dee-dle-dee-dle-dee-dle-dee-dle-dee-dle-dee-dle-dee The cat is dead! The cat is dead! I went to pat him on the head He didn't purr, he didn't meow, He didn't blink or sniff He seemed to have a funny smile That made me laugh but all the while The tail that used to flip and flop Got awful cold and stiff We chopped him into little bits, And seasoned him with apple bits And with some dust, we made a crust And put him in a pie Into the oven he did slip Until the crust was nice and crisp I'll love the little kitty 'til I die! I die! I die-dee-die-dee-die-dee-die-dee
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