Psycho Cat

03:26
Terry Mills
2010-06-10

Story

True story - literally and figuratively.

Lyrics

PSYCHO CAT

 

He was a solid black tom with a lazy eye

A smashed-in face from an injury gone by

Winding ‘round my ankles, purring and a hummin’ and

What happened next, well, I never saw it comin’

 

Well I named him Steve Buscemi, he was an ugly kind of sweet

I stroked him and I petted him as he snaked around my feet

I turned to go inside, but without a single cause

He launched up on my shoulders and dug in with his claws

 

He was a          Psycho Cat -    In desperate need of a savior

                        Psycho Cat -    Or serious modification of his behavior

                        Psycho Cat -    Hmm-mmm, this one thing I know

                        Let him go –     He’s psycho.

 

Now it wasn’t long before my codependence came out of retirement

And I started to analyze the how, the who, the what and the why of him

You’d think I learn my lesson from that earlier sneak attack

But before I knew what was what he was climbing up my back

 

He was a          Psycho Cat -    In desperate need of a saviour

                        Psycho Cat -    Or serious modification of his behavior

                        Psycho Cat -    Hmm-mmm, this one thing I know

                        Let him go –     He’s psycho.

 

He comes ‘round convincingly with a moan and a whine

All my friends look at me questioningly,

And I say, “that cat’s not mine.

Don’t feed him, don’t pet him, don’t even look at him

And if you’re inclined to take pity

You may find yourself the owner of a psycho kitty….