Oingo Boingo - The Cat Is Dead - Текст песни

Deedle Dee, three tots are we. 

And we're as clever as can be. 

We live with Grandma Ida and our dear old Grandpa Ned 

And little Baby Mike (the brat) 

And don't forget the siamese cat 

And in the attic from Detroit is big, fat Uncle Fred 


Oh Grandpa wishes he were rich, 

and Grandma just complains (the bitch) 

And Uncle Fred gets drunk while Mike just cries all night and day 

The cat thinks that he owns the place 

He bites and scratches on the face 

It'd be so nice if they just went away, away 

Ooh daddle, daddle daddle daddle daddle daddle day 


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The cat is dead, the cat is dead 

I went to pat him on the head 

He didn't purr, he didn't meow he didn't blink or snip. 

He seemed to have a funny smile that made me laugh 

But all the while, the tail that used o flip and flap 

Got awful cold and stiff. 

We chopped him into tiny bits, 

And seasoned him with apple bits 

and with some dust, we made a crust and put him in a pie. 

Into the oven he did sit, until the crust was nice and crisp 

I'll love that little kitty till I die. 

Dee die, dee di-de-di-de-di-de-di-de-di-de-di-de-di. 


The cat is dead, the cat is dead. 

And Mikey too, and Uncle Fred 

Expiring oh so suddenly while sipping down some tea. 

The tea was hot, the tea was hot 

With stricknine and a little spice to 

Cover up the funny taste of our conspiracy. 

When Grandpa saw what we had done, 

He went straight for his hunting gun 

But we were quick we sole the clip 

The rest is history 

To make sure Grandma wouldn't flea 

We gave her a lobotomy 

And now's she's just as happy as can be 

Dee dee, dee deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle dee 


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