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We had a cat |
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His name was Bill |
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He caught our budgie on the window sill |
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One holy day, one sunday morn |
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Left only feathers on our back lawn |
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Oh no Bill, you can't do that |
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You silly pussy, you stupid cat |
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So we took him down, our family pet |
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And we left his balls with the family vet |
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Meeoooww Meeeoooww |
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Well the very next day he packed his bags |
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Left all his penthouse and playboy mags |
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How could we do it to the family vet |
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Go and leave his balls with the family vet |
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Well we get no postcards, no telephone calls |
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He's out in the bush somewhere, with no balls |
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And he's obsessed with sweet revenge |
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So he eats our parrots and our fairy wrens |
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(Chorus) |
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Yes he's mortified and we all regret that we |
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Left his balls with the family vet |
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Yes he's mortified and we all regret that we |
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Left his balls with the family vet |
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How he's highly sought by the feral choir |
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For his new found talent to sing much higher |
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Has no more time for female friends |
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Only parrots and fairy wrens |
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No sense of humor, ex-family pet |
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He's still angry, he's still upset |
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It still hurts, he can't forget |
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That we left his balls with the family vet |
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Yes he's mortified and we all regret that we |
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Left his balls with the family vet |
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Yes he's mortified and we all regret that we |
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Left his balls with the family vet |
