This is a song I wrote in the fall of 2007. It was an assignment for grad school, but it was also a song I wrote to make fun of myself for being such a horndog... or hornCAT, as it were. Ultimately, I'd like Harry Connick, Jr. to sing it. Or at least Randy Newman.
Hey, I’m sorry to arrive unannounced like this
I’m just hungry as a mangy little cat can be
I know I haven’t come around for a long, long, time
But I was wonderin’ if you had a bowl of cream for me
I got a crazy kinda life in this neighborhood
I don’t get love and affection like a housecat would
But if you dished up a fish with a twist of lime
Maybe I could be your pussycat from time to time
You see I rove around, ain’t got no domicile
Why don’tcha rub my little belly for a little while?
Tonight I wanna be your pussycat...
I spent a long hard day lookin’ through the trash
And now I’m wonderin’ if you got a comfy spot to crash
So if you wanna give a hand to a cuddly beast
Why don’tcha open up a can of that Fancy Feast
You know I tramp and traipse, I ain’t got no place
But just try and say no to this cute little face
Tonight I wanna be your pussycat.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
It’s just tonight
So when I go, don’tcha holler
Don’t wanna tag or a collar
I’m born to stray.
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Don’t get me wrong,
You’re my favorite lady.
But you don’t want me; I’m shady.
And trust me, I’ll be back some other day…
I gotta start a fight, I gotta scratch and bite
But don’tcha know it gets so lonely on a cold, cold night
You got a lush, plush lawn under green treetops
And whatcha got inside is makin’ me lick my chops...
It’s not an easy life stayin’ out so late
Maybe someday I’ll be ready to domesticate
But for tonight I wanna be… you know I wanna be,
Tonight I wanna be… you know I’m gonna be,
Tonight I wanna be… your pussycat.