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letra de big strong cat (my puddy tat, sylvester) - marc gunn

i tawt i taw a puddy tat?
he lives out on my door mat
did you hear about the puddy tat last night
he tried to swallow me with one bite
you can take all of the alley cats away. (oh please!)
i’ve a cat trying to get in my cage
he used to be a lonely, abandoned stray
now he’s hunting me every day
that is my puddy tat sylvester (what a tat!)

he’s piled furniture upon a chest (big chest!)
he’s built him a ladder to my nest; he never rests there
think of a bird, tweety bird, don’t rush, just climb
and hopе that granny comes and finds
me. he’s got a paw to grab my hеad (tweety’s head)
and a mouth that will soon swallow it (gulp!)
it takes all the grannies and old ladies to fight off that cat sylvester

well, he broke into my cage in italy
he thought that granny didn’t see
she threw him off the harbor in new york
where he was chased by a great big shark
he saw granny leave in distress. (what’d he do?)
he put on granny’s old dress (cross dress)
he walked in the room with a key
but granny came back suddenly
that is my puddy tat sylvester (what a tat!)
he’s piled furniture upon a chest (big chest!)
he’s built him a ladder to my nest; he never rests there
think of a bird, tweety bird, don’t rush, just climb
and hope that granny comes and finds
me. he’s got a paw to grab my head (tweety’s head)
and a mouth that will soon swallow it (gulp!)
it takes all the grannies and old ladies to fight off that cat sylvester

i tawt i taw a puddy tat in j-pan
so i pulled out a big frying pan
i dropped it on sylvester, left a knot
i heard sylvester scream, “you sthnot!”
i was swinging in my cage and whistling (what’d he do?)
sylvester grabbed me by my feet (big feet)
granny walked in and yelled, “stop!”
then he bit off my head and said, “farewell, there’s no reason to stay for sthylvester.”

i am the puddy tat sthylvester (what a cat!)
i piled furniture upon a chest (big chest!)
i built me a ladder to his nest; i never rest there
think of a bird, tweety bird, don’t rush, just climb
and hope that granny doesn’t find
me. i’ve got a paw to grab his head (tweety’s head)
and a mouth that will soon swallow it (gulp!)
not even all the grannies and old ladies can defend their birds from sthylvester
(sthuferin sthukatash, that tweety was tasty)

- marc gunn

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