The door was open, I walked in the room
A musty smell was in the air
A grandfather clock was in the corner
In the other a rocking chair
In the fireplace stood a bent old polka dot
See there was Nicole
On the wall there hung a faded picture
Of his wife, God bless her soul

An ashtray filled with many stubs
A glass I filled with beer
Well that sounds so bad in his usual place
That my funky friend made here, just made here

Well I noticed when I began to leave
A scribbled message was on the door
"Please look after my dear old cat
I can't keep him anymore
I'm getting old and my cuffs began to fray
And my shoulders have begun to bend
Please look after my dear old cat
He's my funky friend"

An ashtray filled with many stubs
A glass I filled with beer
Well that sounds so bad in his usual place
That my funky friend made here, it's gone

I noticed when I began to leave
A scribbled message was on the door
"Please look after my dear old cat
I can't keep him anymore
I'm getting old and my cuffs began to fray
And my shoulders have begun to bend
Please look after my dear old cat
He's my funky friend"

An ashtray filled with many stubs
A glass I filled with beer
Well that sounds so bad in his usual place
That my funky friend made here, well that ain't good

Yeah I said
I said it, come on
I said it, come on
I said it, come on
I said it, come on, yee-ha
I said it, come on
Oh come on
All right, oh