Whiskers, whiskers, whiskers, whiskers

I see whiskers on your face 

The way you look is a disgrace 

I guess nothing could take the place of your whiskers, your whiskers 

Ha ha, have to laugh you see 

'Cause this is where I'd like to be 

This and that would seem quite strange 

And you couldn't even want to die 

If the problem was like that 

You can say that to the cutter 

Oh no no I think you better 

You see we were thinking of leaving too