Tomcats are chasing pussys and they howling at the sky
But the pussy cats having none of it, his loving she’ll deny
They’ll howl and screech half the night, keeping me awake
Before getting down to business, howling for howling’s sake…
Did they never hear of romance, some flowers, and some wine?
A caress upon the fur, and purr a chat up line?
Instead of sitting on the roof, howling at the sky
“Here is a pussy cat, and she will be loved by no tomcat but I!”