Cats on the
Rooftops
cats on the tiles,
Cats with the cloth and the
crab and the piles,
Cats with their butts all wreathed in smiles,
As they revel in the throes of fornication.
The crocodile is a funny animal,
He rates his mate only once in a while,
When he does he floods the mile,
As he revels in the throes of fornication.
The hippo's rump is big and round,
The small ones weigh a thousand pound,
Two together quake the ground,
As they revel in the throes of fornication.
Cats on the rooftops, cats on the tiles
Cats with the clap and the
crab and the piles
Cats with their butts all
wreathed in smiles
As they revel in the frozen fornication
The baboon's rear
is an eerie sight
There's a glow below like a neon light
And he waves like a flag in the jungle night
As he revels in the frozen fornication
Cats on the rooftops, cats on the tiles
Cats with the clap and the
crab and the piles
Cats with their butts all wreathed in smiles
As they revel in the frozen fornication
The camel has a lot of fun,
His night is complete when he is done,
He always gets two humps for one,
As he revels in the frozen fornication.
Cats on the rooftops, cats on the tiles,
Cats with the clap and the
crab and the piles,
Cats with their butts all wreathed in smiles
As they revel in the throes
of fornication
The clam is a model of chastity
And you can tell the he from the she
But she can tell and so can he
So they revel in the throes of fornication
It's cats on the rooftops,
cats on the tiles,
Cats with a clap,
and the crabs and the piles,
Cats with their butts all
wreathed in smiles,
As they revel in the throes
of pornic age.
Now the queen bees flit among the trees,
And their consort with whom they please,
They fill the land with sons of bees
As they revel in the throes of fornication
Cats on the rooftops, cats on the tiles
Cats with the clap and the
crab and the piles
Cats with their butts all
wreathed in smiles
As they revel in the throes of fornication
Now the monkey's
small and rather slow,
Erect he stands just a foot or so,
So when he comes it's time to go,
As he revels in the close
-up fornication.
It's cats on the rooftops,
pets on the tiles,
Cats with the clap and the
crab and the piles,
Cats with their butts all
wreathed in smiles,
As they revel in the throes of fornication.
Five hundred verses, all in rhyme,
To sit and to sing them
seems such a crime,
When we could bet ter spend our time
Revelling in the throes of fornication.
It's cats on the rooftops, cats on the tiles
Cats with a clap,
and the crab in the piles
Cats with their butts all
wreathed in smiles
As they revel in the throes of fornication
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