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1. We had a cat, his name was Bill,
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he
caught our budgie on the window sill,
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one
holy day, one Sunday morn,
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left
only feathers on our back lawn.
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2. Oh no, Bill, you can't do that,
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you
silly pussy, you stupid cat.
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So we took him down, our
family pet,
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and
we left his balls with the family vet.
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Meeow, meeow.
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3. Well, the very next day he packed his bags,
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left
all his Penthouse and Playboy mags.
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How could we do it to the
family pet,
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go
and leave his balls with the family vet.
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4. Well, we get no postcards, no telephone calls,
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he's
out in the bush somewhere, with no balls.
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And he's obsessed with sweet
revenge,
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so he
eats our parrots and our fairy wrens.
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Yes, he's mortified and we all regret,
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that we left his balls with the
family vet.
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Yes, he's mortified and we all regret,
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that we left his balls with the
family vet.
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Now he's highly sought by the
feral choir,
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for
his new found talent to sing much higher,
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has
no more time for female friends,
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just
for parrots and fairy wrens.
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5. No sense of humour, ex-family pet,
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it
still hurts, he can't forget.
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He's still angry, he's still
upset,
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that
we left his balls with the family vet.
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(John Williamson)