I live with two cats -
It's as simple at that.
No dogs and no goldfish,
No hamsters or rats.
Syd and The Flea,
My best friends and me,
We're just like the three Muskateers.
Syd's an old street cat.
He's big and he's mean,
So I scratch his chin whiskers
And spoil him with cream.
And The Flea's kind of dumb -
That's just 'cause she's young -
And she chases her tail ‘round and ‘round.
Syd and The Flea,
My best friends and me,
Chasing a June bug
Or sailing the seas,
We go everywhere
And we never get scared
'Cause we seldom leave the apartment.
Chorus:
They can see things
People can't see -
Ghosts in the shadows
That make the floors creak.
And they like paper bags
And a good game of tag
And they shed hair
All over the sofa.
We play hide and seek.
They hate when I peak.
Sometimes it seems like
They're gone for a week.
But I always win
When I take out a tin
And rattle it 'gainst the can opener.
Then see them run
'Cause food's the best fun
At the end of a hard day
When a cat's work is done.
When the yarn's put away
There's no games to play
Then we cuddle up
Under the covers.
And the purring begins
Like cat violins
And I nod off to sleep
In that grand furry din
And we snuggle about
'Til two cold wet snouts
Lick my face a brand new "good morning."
Chorus:
They can see things
People can't see -
Ghosts in the shadows
That make the floor creak.
And they like paper bags
And a good game of tag
And they shed hair
All over the ottaman.
I live with two cats -
It's as simple as that.
No dogs and no budgies,
No hamsters or rats.
Syd and The Flea,
My best friends and me,
We're just like the Three Muskateers.
Syd and The Flea,
My best friends and me.
They shed hair all over my pant leg.
