Those vile felines!



A hoard of black cats with fleas stalk 'round my farmstead
And I get a fright when I look into eyes oh so blood-red
Oh! Woe is me! Wistmead is a misery
Oi! Can't you see?
That I'm at the start of a mighty big sneeze fit

 
I woke up this mornin' with a shock fleas invaded my bed
And the wayward shadows that haunt my dreams cause unnamable dread
I could have blown, I’ve left my handkerchief home!
And all I know
Is I’m at the start of a mighty big sneeze fit

Waah ahh ahh ahhhhh, vile felines!
Waah ahh ahh ahhhhh, vile felines!
Waah ahh ahh ahhhhhhhh!
HISSSSSSSSSS!
 
 
A hoard of black cats with fleas are causing the panic to spread
And I've got the feelin' I’m about to be Old-Took-dead!
Oh! Woe is me!
Wistmead makes me shivery
And can't you see?
I'm at the start of a mighty big sneeze fit
 
Waah ahh ahh ahhhhh!
Vile felines!
Oh no no no!
Vile felines!
Oh no no no!
HISSSSSSSSSS!
 
Waah ahh ahhhhh!
Vile felines!
Oh no no no!
Vile felines!
Oh no no no!
HISSSSSSSSSS!
Written to Sword of Damocles by Richard O'Brien for the Hobbitry Harvest Picnic Show.