Lyrics

cat lady
creepin' up on your porch
kick the trash wipe the windowpane
there she is like parking gout

she sleeps under news
drives in paneling
hoard it ONCE
hoard it TWICE
hoard it THREE times for divine

there's little children growing
there's little children growing
sing it with me now
there's little children growing
there's little children growing

[NOW CACKLE]

the other ballerinas at the mall
never hold a candle to our queen
those foxes & valleys & moechers & dozens
give it naked on the prowl

there's little children growing
there's little children growing
sing it with me now
there's little children growing
there's little children growing

[NOW CACKLE]

oh but that's not the end of the story my lovely little drearies
for the Cat Lady lives on in our hopes & dreams resurrecting
that once promised wonderland known as
uniqueness & originality
she gives head to spontaneity
birth to "because i fucking felt like it"
over & over & over again

the end
for now

i know the way
i'll follow you down
Cat Lady is mine
i know the way
i'll follow you down
Cat Lady is mine

I am in a world of shit
I am in a world of shit

cat cat cat lady
((((( it's me ))))))