As I walked out in the street with my radio
As I walked out with my radio one day
I saw a poor kitty cat wrapped in white linen
It had been white linen but now it was gray.
I see by your outfit that you are a kitty cat
I said to this cat as I sat on the ground.
Come sit down, he said, and hear my said story.
My master has sent me to the animal pound.
''Twas once in the window I used to sit proudly.
''Twas once on the sofa I handsomely lay.
But now they have gotten a golden retriever
So now I am going to be put away.
Let six Siameses come carry my coffin.
Let six orange Persians come follow me down.
Throw bunches of catnip all over my coffin.
So I can get high as I lie in the ground.
Oh beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
As dead cat March as you carry me along
And take my intestines to use for guitar strings
That someone can play as they sing this sad song.
Lyrics Submitted by Siobhan Rung