I miss your whiskers and the way you purr
I've still got the curtain you pissed on and your malted furr
Puss, puss give me a sign, I want you to stay
Puss, puss I'll make you mine, I won't lead you astray
You drive me crazy staying out all night
Instead of staying in cat napping you're out looking for a fight
Puss, puss tell me no lies, I wanna know the truth
Puss, puss do you see my eyes? They lust only for you
Puss, puss. Pooh, pooh. Purr, purr. Meow!
Puss, puss. Pooh, pooh. Purr, purr. Meow!
Puss, puss. Pooh, pooh. Purr, purr. Meow!
Puss, puss. Pooh, pooh. Purr, purr. Meow!
Release notes:
All words & music by Tico Jnr.
Tico faps:
I don't like cats, but someone might. I don't have any experience with them other than giving the occassional boot to one, so writing this grindcore anthem was a bit of a struggle. That said, I think I must've captured how owners may feel from time to time. I think the guitar and drumwork that I did probably elevates the greatness of this track. It's always fun watching Bri perform it live though, so that brightens even the darkest of days.
Bri Jnr. gingerly states:
A little funk is added to the rock stew with a juicy riff of Tico's as he waxes lyrical about a feisty feline. A subject obviously close to his heart, Tico's guitar solo mimics a purry pussy even more convincingly than Brian May managed on 'Delilah'. A belter of a chorus, both Tico and myself consumed a tin of Whiskas each before we laid down the vocal track, it was the only way to go. And no matter how often I have brushed my teeth since, my breath is still tainted by the taste. Meooooooowwwwwww!
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