by Pete Witham

The way you used to stroke me used to make me wanna pur,
But now you're rubbing me the wrong way, and you're messing up my fur,
You were a saucerful of warm milk in the middle of a drought,
But I've finally had my fill of you, your kitty kat wants out!

You only get nine lives if what they say is true,
I must have wasted eight of them curled up next to you,
The cats are in the alley and you can hear them sing and shout,
"Open up that kitchen door, Your kitty kat wants out!"

Well, they used to call me top cat, and I could hold my head up high,
Now they whisper "Pussy" everytime that I walk by,
My little feline princess turned out to be a frog,
Now instead of kissing kitty kats, I'd rather sleep with dogs!

I wanna head out by the bird bath, and check out all the chicks,
But you can't stand the thought of that so you went and got me fixed,
And you expect me to stay here? What the hell is that about?
Open up that god damned door, you're kitty kat wants out!

Open up that kitchen door, open up your kitchen door...
I want out right meow.