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Oh, 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 sits drunk in bed.
Mike 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 all went away.
Away! Away! Away-dee-daydee-daydee-daydee-daydee-daydee-day!
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 sniff.
He seemed to have a funny smile
That made me laugh but all the while
The tail that used to flip and flop got awful cold and stiff.
We chopped him into little 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 slip
Until the crust was nice and crisp.
I'll love that little kitty 'til I die.
I die! I didee-didee-didee-didee-didee-didee-die!
The cat is dead! The cat is dead!
And Mikey too and Uncle Fred,
Expiring all so suddenly
While sipping down some tea.
The tea was hot,
The tea was nice,
With strychnine 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 stole the clip.
The rest is history.
To make sure Grandma wouldn't flee,
We gave her a lobotomy,
And now she's just as happy as can be.
Can be! Can beedle-deedle-deedle-deedle-deedle-deedle-dee!
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 sniff.
He seemed to have a funny smile
That made me laugh but all the while
The tail that used to flip and flop got awful cold and stiff.
We chopped him into little 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 slip
Until the crust was nice and crisp.
I'll love that little kitty 'til I die.
I die! I didee-didee-didee-didee-didee-didee-die!
-- The Mystic Knights of the Oingo Boingo, The Cat Is Dead
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

You know, I was half-expecting Type O Negative to be the artist on that one.*********
There's no need to hear, I can shout you.

Oh, and for those who are wondering, The Mystic Knights were the predecessor group to the rock band "Oingo Boingo", and the two shared at least one member -- Danny Elfman. Their styles, however, are quite different. If the Mystic Knights can be said to have a style at all, it's sort of Swing/Marching Band on LSD.

-- Bob
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It's a "magical" land. I think "magical" is ancient Greek for "pain in the butt". -- Bun-Bun, Sluggy Freelance, 11/9/03