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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….