Description
Observational song about some kerfuffles between man and beasts.
Lyrics
There's a cat on a hot tin roof
And it's looking right at me
Curly-Q, tail in a loop
It's all that I can see
Try to move, make my escape
Its eyes follow my every step
Claws drawn, teeth bared, locked in a stare
I think it's bound to go down right now
There's a dog on a flat tin roof
Its fur as white as the snow
Eyes wide, ears in the air
How it got there, I don't know
Trapped again, I look around
Quiet pierced by a wicked growl
A canine conflict rears its ugly head
As the predator begins to howl