1982 Eric Bogle



Somebody's Moggy by the side of the road

Somebody's kitty who forgot his highway code

Someone's favourite feline who ran clean out of luck

When he ran into the road and tried to argue with a truck



Yesterday he purred and played in his pussy paradise

Decapitating tweety birds and masticating mice

Now he's just six pounds of raw mincemeat

That don't smell very nice -                      >-p



         He's nobody's Moggy now!



Now, you who love your pussy, be sure to keep him in

Don't let him argue with a truck, the truck is bound to win

And upon a busy road, don't let him play or frolic

If you do, I'm warning you, it could be cat-astrophic



If he plays out on the roadway I'm afraid that will be that

There will be one last despairing "meow" and a sort of squelchy 'splat'

And your pussy will be slightly dead and very, very flat

He's nobody's Moggy - just red and squashed and soggy -



         He's nobody's Moggy nooow...