Oingo Boingo - The Cat Is Dead Lyrics
Deedle dee, three tots are we.And were as clever as can be.We live with grandma ida and our dear old grandpa nedAnd little baby mike (the brat)And dont forget the siamese catAnd in the attic from detroit is big, fat uncle fredOh grandpa wishes he were rich,And grandma just complains (the *****)And uncle fred gets drunk while mike just cries all night and dayThe cat thinks that he owns the placeHe bites and scratches on the faceItd be so nice if they just went away, awayOoh daddle, daddle daddle daddle daddle daddle day(chorus)The cat is dead, the cat is deadI went to pat him on the headHe didnt purr, he didnt meow he didnt blink or snip.He seemed to have a funny smile that made me laughBut all the while, the tail that used o flip and flapGot awful cold and stiff.We chopped him into tiny bits,And seasoned him with apple bitsAnd 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 crispIll 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 fredExpiring oh so suddenly while sipping down some tea.The tea was hot, the tea was hotWith stricknine and a little spice toCover up the funny taste of our conspiracy.When grandpa saw what we had done,He went straight for his hunting gunBut we were quick we sole the clipThe rest is historyTo make sure grandma wouldnt fleaWe gave her a lobotomyAnd nows shes just as happy as can beDee dee, dee deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle dee(chorus)
