Wild Kitty by St. Patrick's Day
Well I've been a wild kitty for many's the year,
And I found a nice pub that serves milk mixed with beer.
This makes me quite happy, so I'll purr with galore.
Cuz I never will be a wild kitty no more.
And it's no nay never, (meow, meow, meow, meow)
No nay never no more, (meow, meow)
Will I be a wild kitty. (meow)
No never no more.
It began at an ale house while hunting for fish.
The back door was left open. Some food they'd not miss.
But the landlord he caught me and took me out back,
And said if you're good I'll bring milk for to lap.
The landlord came back with some milk from the bar
But he thought it'd be cute to add whiskey from the jar
He layed it before me. I sniffed cautiously.
Then I lapped the milk down and passed out on his knee.
Well the landlord he took me inside to take care
When I woke I refused to drink milk without beer.
So now every night I stumble galore.
I don't land on feet, but I'm wild no more.