Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every day the same banging, the same off-tune melody with that nasally voice — you’d think he’d hire a bass, a keyboardist and guitar, but NO! He has to do his “art” …
I met an alley cat
Pussyfootin around
Till the break of dawn
Found me knocked out flat on my head
Some feline beauty
Waved her tail my way
I just had to stay
I couldn’t get the blood off my hands
She made my eyes bug out
Her tail stand up
And I ain’t even in heat for a month
(Meow)
House cat
You really got it made
Sleepin all night
And perfect delight of day
Some feline beauty
Waved her tail my way
I just had to stay
I couldn’t get the blood off my bed
She made my eyes bug out
Her tail stand up
And I ain’t even in heat for a month
(Meow…mrreow…Meow! Meow! Meow!)
Some bad cats from 4th Street
Come down to our alley
Well we say that’s cool
But just stay away from me and my boys
Eyes clash
And claws slash
And green-eyed fur goes flyin
Midnight
Catfight
Neckbite
Die
When you’re a Jet, you’re a Jet all the way
From your first cigarette, till your last dyin day
When you’re a Jet, let ‘em do what they can
Little boy, you got friends, you’re a family man
The Jets are in gear
They’re always well-respected
You’re never alone
When company’s expected
You’re well-protected
Here come the Jets
Like a bat out of hell
Somone gets in our way
Someone don’t feel so well
When you’re a Jet
You – Stay – A – Jet
(Pow!)
Rob Johnson is photographed at the instance of his mental breakdown. His dreams of percussive stardom dashed, he realized he was actually playing for an Elvis’s Cat impersonator.
I don’t have one but it does remind me of the book: “I Scream Loudly” by Claude Bawls
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
After an exhaustive search, Tom Cruise finally found the perfect singer for his Taylor Swift tribute band.
Cat Scratch Fever.
Man… That Cat can wail!
Clamor Felis Catus
(yawn)
Every day the same banging, the same off-tune melody with that nasally voice — you’d think he’d hire a bass, a keyboardist and guitar, but NO! He has to do his “art” …
Gutter Cats vs. the Jets by Alice Cooper
I met an alley cat
Pussyfootin around
Till the break of dawn
Found me knocked out flat on my head
Some feline beauty
Waved her tail my way
I just had to stay
I couldn’t get the blood off my hands
She made my eyes bug out
Her tail stand up
And I ain’t even in heat for a month
(Meow)
House cat
You really got it made
Sleepin all night
And perfect delight of day
Some feline beauty
Waved her tail my way
I just had to stay
I couldn’t get the blood off my bed
She made my eyes bug out
Her tail stand up
And I ain’t even in heat for a month
(Meow…mrreow…Meow! Meow! Meow!)
Some bad cats from 4th Street
Come down to our alley
Well we say that’s cool
But just stay away from me and my boys
Eyes clash
And claws slash
And green-eyed fur goes flyin
Midnight
Catfight
Neckbite
Die
When you’re a Jet, you’re a Jet all the way
From your first cigarette, till your last dyin day
When you’re a Jet, let ‘em do what they can
Little boy, you got friends, you’re a family man
The Jets are in gear
They’re always well-respected
You’re never alone
When company’s expected
You’re well-protected
Here come the Jets
Like a bat out of hell
Somone gets in our way
Someone don’t feel so well
When you’re a Jet
You – Stay – A – Jet
(Pow!)
Rob Johnson is photographed at the instance of his mental breakdown. His dreams of percussive stardom dashed, he realized he was actually playing for an Elvis’s Cat impersonator.
IT’S A TRAP!
Reincarnation of Janis Joplin. Finally, proof of afterlife.
What, no sound?
Anal intercourse.
Hilarious picture.