"Bad Cat" (Live Stream)(Deb Seymour)
A song I wrote about my favorite four-legged neighbor.
BAD CAT (by Deb Seymour)
1. Cool as the click of a switch-blade knife
I walk on to your back porch and into your life
I check out every corner and upturn every stone
You’d better believe, I’ll make this back yard my own
As I dominate the best sun patch
Contemplating which birdies to catch
Grooming myself from my head to my toes
And just when I’ll pounce I tell ya- nobody knows
CHORUS:
Cause I’m the king of the alleys, prince of the trash
Sometimes I purr, sometimes I scratch
Cruising through your neighborhood, I haven’t a care
To let you come near me if come near me you dare
‘Cause I’m a bad cat…
2. I was born in an alley the smallest of six
I learned to survive on a cheap bag of tricks
Out in the streets I’ve grown old, I’ve grown old I've grown wise
I’ve earned my share of more than nine lives
Well, I’ve got this old lady, she tries to keep me in
She offers me caviar and sips of her gin
But she’ll never tame me, nobody can
Fish eggs and booze are so insufferably bland
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
And when your family’s asleep in the dead of the night
In a silence so thick, you can slice
A scream rips the air, makes your hair stand on end
It’s just me giving chase to that she-cat again
3. In the morning you’ll see me just as sweet as can be
“What, last night? A cat fight? Who, me?”
As I gently play with some paper that’s scrap
And shortly thereafter retire for my nap
My name’s not important (I’ve never really had one)
You know my deportment’s a mean, tough and bad one
So if you see me on your back stairs and such
You can come say hello, but don’t you dare touch…
CHORUS
CODA: I’m the duke of the dumpster, baron of the back fence
Hanging around’s what I do best
