I Must Dispose Of The Cat
I don’t understand what’s going on here.
It makes me have questions about my
career.
I used to have pride, I thought I was
shrewd,
So how come my game plan is coming
unglued?
My countermoves backfire, my plots go
awry,
I’ve got indigestion from Pete’s humble
pie.
It’s happened so often, I’m starting to think
This cat will eventually drive me to drink.
Chorus:
So to save the dignity of my ranch,
To stop this mental avalanche,
I hereby burn the olive branch.
I must dispose of the cat!
It’s not that I’m bitter or violent or mean.
I’m not in the habit of making a scene.
I don’t take positions from which I won’t
budge,
Yet now I’m holding a grudge.
There’s nothing too personal in this, I
submit.
Well, maybe I’m bothered by cats, I admit,
Their hissing and yowling and humping
their backs.
I hate them, that’s all, it’s as simple as that.
Chorus:
El Gato is rumored to have several lives,
Nine, I believe, which is four more than
five.
But gato and gravy, served up on a plate
Will get the grand total down closer to
eight.
A kitty for supper, a kitty for lunch,
A kitty con queso, a kitty with punch.
A kitty for snacks, oh my this is fun!
And shortly the total will shrink down to
none.
So to save the dignity of my ranch,
To stop this mental avalanche
I hereby burn the olive branch.
I must consider the pros and cons
Of bumping off the cat!
:twisted:
