Bill the Cat
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โฑ๏ธ 3:39 duration
๐ ID: 21445733
๐ Lyrics
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 pussy, you stupid cat
So we took him down, our family pet
And we left his balls with the family vet
Meeoooww meeeoooww
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)
Yes he's mortified and we all regret that we left his balls with the family vet
X2
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 humour, 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
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 pussy, you stupid cat
So we took him down, our family pet
And we left his balls with the family vet
Meeoooww meeeoooww
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)
Yes he's mortified and we all regret that we left his balls with the family vet
X2
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 humour, 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.40] We had a cat
[00:10.81] His name was bill
[00:13.72] He caught our budgie on the window sill
[00:19.32] One holy day, one sunday morn
[00:25.00] Left only feathers on our back lawn
[00:31.29] Oh no bill, you can't do that
[00:36.26] You silly pussy, you stupid cat
[00:41.96] So we took him down, our family pet
[00:47.24] And we left his balls with the family vet
[00:52.61] Meeoooww meeeoooww
[01:04.78] Well the very next day he packed his bags
[01:10.11] Left all his penthouse and playboy mags
[01:15.52] How could we do it to the family vet
[01:21.05] Go and leave his balls with the family vet
[01:38.14] Well we get no postcards, no telephone calls
[01:42.21] He's out in the bush somewhere, with no balls
[01:48.35] And he's obsessed with sweet revenge
[01:53.28] So he eats our parrots and our fairy wrens
[01:59.73] (Chorus)
[02:00.66] Yes he's mortified and we all regret that we left his balls with the family vet
[02:12.05] X2
[02:23.69] How he's highly sought by the feral choir
[02:28.92] For his new found talent to sing much higher
[02:34.26] Has no more time for female friends
[02:39.77] Only parrots and fairy wrens
[02:45.95] No sense of humour, ex-family pet
[02:49.96] He's still angry, he's still upset
[02:55.90] It still hurts, he can't forget
[03:03.17] That we left his balls with the family vet
[03:08.03] Chorus x2
[03:31.30]
[00:10.81] His name was bill
[00:13.72] He caught our budgie on the window sill
[00:19.32] One holy day, one sunday morn
[00:25.00] Left only feathers on our back lawn
[00:31.29] Oh no bill, you can't do that
[00:36.26] You silly pussy, you stupid cat
[00:41.96] So we took him down, our family pet
[00:47.24] And we left his balls with the family vet
[00:52.61] Meeoooww meeeoooww
[01:04.78] Well the very next day he packed his bags
[01:10.11] Left all his penthouse and playboy mags
[01:15.52] How could we do it to the family vet
[01:21.05] Go and leave his balls with the family vet
[01:38.14] Well we get no postcards, no telephone calls
[01:42.21] He's out in the bush somewhere, with no balls
[01:48.35] And he's obsessed with sweet revenge
[01:53.28] So he eats our parrots and our fairy wrens
[01:59.73] (Chorus)
[02:00.66] Yes he's mortified and we all regret that we left his balls with the family vet
[02:12.05] X2
[02:23.69] How he's highly sought by the feral choir
[02:28.92] For his new found talent to sing much higher
[02:34.26] Has no more time for female friends
[02:39.77] Only parrots and fairy wrens
[02:45.95] No sense of humour, ex-family pet
[02:49.96] He's still angry, he's still upset
[02:55.90] It still hurts, he can't forget
[03:03.17] That we left his balls with the family vet
[03:08.03] Chorus x2
[03:31.30]