There’s this cat
Round our way
I’ve seen his grin
I know his game
He smiles that smile
All teeth and whiskers
Thinks he’s the man
Thinks he’s the business
He just sits there sitting
Sits sitting in the sun
Sits sitting always grinning
Thinks he’s number 1
His smile it irritates me
His smile, all teeth and whiskers
I hate that bloody cat
Thinks he’s the bloody business
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