We had a cat His name was Bill He caught our budgie on the window sill One holy day, one Sunday morn Left only feathers on our back lawn Oh no Bill, you can't do that You silly p**y, you stupid cat So we took him down, our family pet And we left his balls with the family vet Well the very next day he packed his bags Left all his penthouse and playboy mags How could we do it to the family vet Go and leave his balls with the family vet Well we get no postcards, no telephone calls He's out in the bush somewhere, with no balls
And he's obsessed with sweet revenge So he eats our parrots and our fairy wrens [Chorus: x2] Yes he's mortified and we all regret That we Left his balls with the family vet How he's highly sought by the feral choir For his new found talent to sing much higher Has no more time for female friends Only parrots and fairy wrens No sense of humor, ex-family pet He's still angry, he's still upset It still hurts, he can't forget That we left his balls with the family vet [Chorus: x2]