Carry On Kitty

Carry on, Carry on Kitty

You’re thinking you should try to run

Or scratch your madam’s face

But you’re too high on the Valium

She put in your bouillabaisse

 

Carry on, Carry on Kitty,

She sold your digs for someplace new.

So now you have to face your doom,

No more tower in the bedroom,

No more litter in the loo.

 

Carry on, Carry on Kitty,

The new place has a black lab dog,

And a different cat who goes by Fran

A cat-door to the great outdoors

And worst of all a man.

 

Carry on, Carry on Kitty,

When the drugs have finally gone

And the carry case as well

The dog is going to sniff your butt

The start of your kitty hell.

Carry on, Carry on Kitty.