Giuseppe, Giancarlo, and the Cross-Eyed Guy
Lyrics by The Feral Four
Rhythm by Bob Dylan (Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts)
The mating season over, the Toms were all planning to move on,
The neighbourhood was quiet, except for some howling on the lawn,
The days were getting longer and the nights were warming up,
Anyone with any scents had already packed up.
He was sitting on the WELCOME mat,
looking like the Cross-Eyed Guy.
He moved across the covered porch,
“Pour some out for everyone,” he said.
Then everyone went back to doin’
what they’d been doin’ before he turned their heads.
Then he walked up to the Human and he asked her for a rub,
“Could you kindly tell me, misses, what the name is of this grub?”
Then he leaned into the dining bowl,
Face down like the Cross-Eyed Guy.
Out behind the barbecue, the other Cats were playing hide-and-seek,
Giuseppe had the upper hand, at least until some Tabbies got a peek,
Out front, the streets were fillin’ up and the windows were open wide,
A gentle breeze was blowin’, you could feel it from inside.
Giuseppe went to hide again and ran into the Cross-Eyed Guy.
Giancarlo, he was no one’s fool, he had the group’s only twisted ear,
He made his usual entrance, lookin’ oh-so-tough, yet oh-so-dear,
With his silver coat and his tabby tail and his piercing bright green eyes,
He got whatever he wanted, whatever was the prize,
But his silver coat and his tabby tail,
They were no match for the Cross-Eyed Guy.
