1982 Eric Bogle
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Somebody's Moggy by the side of the road
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Somebody's kitty who forgot his highway code
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Someone's favourite feline who ran clean out of luck
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When he ran into the road and tried to argue with a truck
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Yesterday he purred and played in his pussy paradise
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Decapitating tweety birds and masticating mice
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Now he's just six pounds of raw mincemeat
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That don't smell very nice - >-p
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He's nobody's Moggy now!
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Now, you who love your pussy, be sure to keep him in
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Don't let him argue with a truck, the truck is bound to win
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And upon a busy road, don't let him play or frolic
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If you do, I'm warning you, it could be cat-astrophic
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If he plays out on the roadway I'm afraid that will be that
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There will be one last despairing "meow" and a sort of squelchy 'splat'
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And your pussy will be slightly dead and very, very flat
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He's nobody's Moggy - just red and squashed and soggy -
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He's nobody's Moggy nooow...
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Nobody's Moggy Now
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| Kathy Mar |
