Hook
Barfing in the hallways
Sleeping almost always
Their the cats, the cats
The cats, cats, cats, cats
Verse 1
Their lives are like a game of musical chairs
Upstairs, shed some hairs, come back down, couch is theirs
Around the clock it's a circle, not a time square
Every mouth is fed
The couch is shredded
The mouse is dreading the day it get's pounced and beheaded
Give em credit
Never fretted
Never sweated
Won't regret it when she let it go
She'll forget it in a second tho
Lemme know if you need a blow
I'm good coach good to go
Charky nooooo
Wait what happened?
Little demon got to freedom
But life is more than freeman it's non stop like Liam Neeson
Point is she really need em like Eve and Adam needed Eden
And she needed eating like people needed reason when Will Joyce was committing treason
Are you serious? no I'm hairy cuz it's shedding season
But I coulda sworn it was yearly or daily
Clearly you're crazy
Some some people never cease to amaze me
(chant) but cay be's merely a baby
And charky is sincerely lazy
And middy is slim and shady
Make way for the ladies
Hook