bog

Lonely cat, 

lonely cat gotta scat:

Slip slippy oh yeah,

streets in the city are gritty,

she’s Lonely Cat, she’s a cat!

Up and down

the street,

she walky four feet,

way out away from the curb,

closer to the center,

than the edge.

She don’t care

about cars

she’s tough and cool,

alone there in the road

walking on a mirror of nightime.

Oh, where oh where,

who cares if it’s fair,

I wanna know where

is Lonely Cat

when I need a friend?

Thanks to her,

I’ve got problems

with everything.

I hate to wash the clothes,

because I hate clothes.

I’m not happy so alone,

I wanna be with her,

hey mister, hey mister,

I need her song.

Oh, that kooky cat,

I call her name,

loud like a siren and wow,

why do I wait up late

while she walks the streets

like a lil’ madam,

a tiny fur phantom?

She’s got the best way

to make me say, 

“Thank you,

for nothing.

Something…

something…

something.”

Where does she sleep 

when she naps?

Who listens to hear

her lil’ breath tremble?

I’m that man!

I know what she means

to a guy who’s got feelings inside.

I am certain of nothing.

Oh, Lonely Cat.