Cheryl Wheeler - White Cat lyrics

I was a white cat once, but when I roll around I get all gray and brown And it does not make sense to waste a busy day licking the dirt away And I have staff for that, sent here to serve the cat I let my fur get gray and then I dock their pay It's a brand new mornin' as I stretch and arise Amble over to the table, little nibble on the kibble Shred a little sofa as I open my eyes Yes I got ratted, matted messed up hair This verbal fur ball does not care I want to be the lord of the fleas I saunter and I do what I please So if you need to see the key to be ungroomed You just stay tuned to this Maine Coon I was in the garden, takin' the sun Checkin' out the bugs, musta rolled on one So I got this slug bug stuck to my fur real good But I didn't really mind, just a little bit o' slime I'd find it later, you know, scratchin' my back Be glad I saved it, make a nice little snack I went inside, I swear the staff went insane Runnin' with the comb and scissors, screamin' my name But I can give 'em the quick slip I don't make a sound I get onto their outfits and roll all around My fur looks bad to me all gray and askew I think my staff should be displayin' it too And they got this two bit sand pit they want me to use Sometimes I don't mind, sometimes I refuse Hey I am me, I'm free, independence rocks This ain't no new craze to find ways to think outside the box I'm really messy hey hey I like to be And they're so testy all day at the sight o' me Just as all work and no play wasn't meant to be They sacrifice to feng-shui their joi de vive I was a white cat, I was a white cat I was a white cat once