Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Killing me softly with Hard food


















by Dave Schipper © Rose Riversongs

Strokin my fur with his fingers
Singin my life with my purrs
Killing me softly with hard food x2
Telling him always to buy soft food
Killing me softly with hard food

Yea yea yea do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do

I heard he has a good job,
I know he lives in style,
And so I came to see him and purr for a while
And there it was this food bowl
Stranger to my eyes

Chorus:
Strokin my fur with his fingers
Singin my life with my purrs
Killing me softly with hard food x2
Telling him always to buy soft food
Killing me softly with hard food

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrased by the bowl,
I bet he’ll find my paws and understand the growl,
I pray he wasn’t so cheap
But he just walked away

Repeat chorus

Meowwwwa ohhhhhhhhhh graaaa la la la la la la ohhh la lmrrow

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Hey Mr. Tangerine Man


Hey Mr. Tangerine Man (a parody by Dave Schipper © 2006 Rose Riversongs


Chorus:
Hey! Mr. Tangerine Man, place some hair on me,
I'm not sleepy, won’t you walk across my bladder.
Hey! Mr. Tangerine Man, place some hair on me,
In the early mornin’ please yowl a little louder

Though I know your evenin's venture
has returned mouse in mouth
Dropped neatly on the couch,
Left me blindly here to stand at the brink of gagging.
Your weariness amazes me,
You’re sleeping in a heep,
Baked in the sun shine heat
And your little head too dead for dreaming.


Now take this catnip for your
magic swirlin' trip,
Your senses will be slipped, your paws won't feel to grip,
Your tail will attack, daring you to be pouncing
You’re ready to go outside,
Your ready to come in
To go out, to come in, to go out and come in
And then back out again.

Chorus.

Though I see you runnin', spinnin', jumpin'
madly across the room,
It’s not away from anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
But it’s from the invisible foes your facin'.
Yes to dance beneath the human
is not against your pride
When there Kitty treats involved, or chunks of cheese not small
You think, there’s finally a use for him after all.

Chorus.