Lyrics by Elizabeth Block
(adapted from Rolling Down to Old Maui)

It’s a damn tough life
Full of toil and strive
We kitty-cats undergo
In the summer there’s heat that leaves us beat
In the winter there’s ice and snow
In the fall we complain about all the rain
And we certainly have good cause
And in the spring when we do our thing
We get mud all over our paws
Ch: Rolling down to old Meowee, me boys,
Rolling down to old Meowee
You stroke our fur
And we start to purr
Rolling down to old Meowee

Leaving just the hint of a pussy-paw print
On your floor that was spick and span
In we walk, and we let out a squawk
If you’re slow to open that can
Then we strike a pose, turn up our nose
And demand a special treat
If it doesn’t appear it confirms our fear
That there’s nothing at all to eat
Ch:

At the door we mew to be let through
However short a time it’s been
If we’re in we shout that we want to go out
If we’re out, we want to come in
When it’s time for a nap we climb into your lap
And proceed to drive you bats
Well, why did God make a creature so odd
But to feed and cuddle cats?
Ch: