Driving my car with the top down
Back filled with kitty kit litter
I'm gonna hit her
Gonna hit her
All the dogs they stop and stare
But the cool cats in the rear they don't care
Giving the finger
They give the finger
Furball scratch you all
Bite your ankles till you fall
Three fine ladies in the back of my Chevy
On our way to hanky-pank city
Furball scratch you all
Bite your ankles till you fall
But these kitties seem to be gold diggers
And since I was twelve my wallet hasn't gotten bigger
But my daddy taught me how to walk, how to walk
And where to stroke to make 'em shiver
Nobody's getting out of my car
I've been driving way to long and way to far
PapaSoma - Furball Lyrics
PapaSoma - Furball Lyrics
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Driving my car with the top down
Back filled with kitty kit litter
I'm gonna hit her
Gonna hit her
All the dogs they stop and stare
But the cool cats in the rear they don't care
Giving the finger
They give the finger
Furball scratch you all
Bite your ankles till you fall
Three fine ladies in the back of my Chevy
On our way to hanky-pank city
Furball scratch you all
Bite your ankles till you fall
But these kitties seem to be gold diggers
And since I was twelve my wallet hasn't gotten bigger
But my daddy taught me how to walk, how to walk
And where to stroke to make 'em shiver
Nobody's getting out of my car
I've been driving way to long and way to far
Back filled with kitty kit litter
I'm gonna hit her
Gonna hit her
All the dogs they stop and stare
But the cool cats in the rear they don't care
Giving the finger
They give the finger
Furball scratch you all
Bite your ankles till you fall
Three fine ladies in the back of my Chevy
On our way to hanky-pank city
Furball scratch you all
Bite your ankles till you fall
But these kitties seem to be gold diggers
And since I was twelve my wallet hasn't gotten bigger
But my daddy taught me how to walk, how to walk
And where to stroke to make 'em shiver
Nobody's getting out of my car
I've been driving way to long and way to far
Writer: René Pusoma
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