I’m a cast-out cat out on the prowl Since the day they put me out I got whiskers’ like spaghetti, fur just like a yeti Teeth like tile grout But I ain’t bitter bout the crumbs of litter hangin down from my belly Keepin me nice and smelly Like day old tuna by the light of la luna that you shoulda eaten sooner but I got here first ‘Cause I’m cool as...Learn More