Myxomatosis

The mongrel cat came home Holding half a head Proceeded to show it off To all his newfound friends He said, I been where I liked I slept with who I liked She ate me up for breakfast She screwed me in a vice But now I don't know why I feel so tongue-tied I sat in the cupboard And wrote it down in neat They were cheering and waving, cheering and waving Twitching and salivating like with myxomatosis It got edited f**ked up Strangled, beaten up Used as a photo in Time Magazine Buried in a burning black hole in Devon I don't know why I feel so tongue-tied Don't know why I feel so skinned alive My thoughts are misguided and a little naive I twitch and I salivate like with myxomatosis You should put me in a home or you should put me down I got myxomatosis, I got myxomatosis Yeah, no one likes a smart-a*s but we all like stars That wasn't my intention, I did it for a reason It must have got mixed up, strangled, beaten up I got myxomatosis, I got myxomatosis I don't know why I feel so tongue-tied