Money don’t get everything, it’s true
But what it don’t get, cat in shoes
Song, sung blue everybody knows one
Cat in shoe, every garden grows one
Well, I'ma gonna raise a fuss, I'ma gonna raise a holler
I been workin' all Summer just to try to earn a dollar
Sometimes I wonder
What I'ma gonna do
There ain't no cure for
A cat in a shoe
I got to get t'movin' baby I ain't lyin'
My heart is beatin' rhythm and it's right on time
So be my guest, you got nothin' to lose
Won't ya let me take you to some
Cat shoes
I got the rockin' pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I caught the rollin' athritis
Sittin' down at a rhythm review
Roll over Beethoven
They rockin' with Cats in Shoes
Well, it's one for the money two for the show
Three to get ready now go, cat, go
But don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Well you can do anything but
Lay off of my Cat in Shoes
I woke up in a Soho doorway
A policeman knew my name
He said, "You can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away"
I staggered back to the underground
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwin' punches around
And preachin' from my chair
Well, Cat in Shoe?
Well, what are we gonna tell your Mama
What are we gonna tell your Pa?
What are we gonna tell your friends
When they say, "Ooh la la!"
Wake up, Cat in Shoe-sy
Wake up!
I didn't mean to treat you bad
Didn't know just what I had
But, honey, now I do
And don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my Cat in Shoe?
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger, none of my pain and woe
Cat In Shoe!
Been working so hard
I'm punching my card
Eight hours, for what?
Oh, tell me what I got
I gotten this feeling
That time's just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town
Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose
Look, there's a Cat in Shoes
Don't you know promises were never meant to keep?
Just like the night, they dissolve off in sleep
I'll be your savior, steadfast and true
I'll come to your emotional Cat Shoe
I'll come to your emotional Cat Shoe
I saw Cat Shoes today, oh, boy
The English army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But I just had to look
Having read the book
I'd love to
shoooooooooooe
yooooourrrrrrrr
caaaaaaaaaaaat
Cat Shoe
Don't make it bad
Take a sad song
And make it better
The minute, you let her into your shoe
They'll walk quite askew
But also better
I wanna to jump but I'm afraid I'll fall
I wanna to holler but the joint's too small
Young man rhythm's got a hold of me too
I got the rockin' pneumonia and this cat is in a shoe.
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Okay, so this happened. I realize this is a tiny thing in comparison to the out-and-out dangerous levels of racism out there, but it was still gross and infuriating and upsetting.
And obviously I am not a victim of racism, we were just kind of witnesses to something.
Second, I realize this is going to sound a little on-the-nose but it happened, and @rocketspouse and I made a point of memorizing every word, because it was just so...gross and random.
Everyone involved in this story was super-white, including us, remember.
Now, as most of you know, we live in the boonies, the closest town is very small and the few stores that sell supplies and groceries are out of a lot of things. With a second lockdown coming up, we went to the nearest actual city to do some shopping, taking all precautions.
Guys, I don’t like to brag, but I just booked a vacation at the beautiful Four Seasons, which I presume is a hotel, in Philadelphia, next to what I can only assume is some sort of day spa by the lovely name Fantasy Island.
Relaxation, here I come!
The Yelp reviews say you can smell the popular local barbecue ovens next door...mouth watering! Supposedly they use a method called the ‘Delaware Valley fry rub’ that makes the meat just fall off the bone.
This is going to rock, you guys!
Holy crap, I just checked google Earth and a walking corpse keeps tucking in his shirt outside the spa...he’s tucked it in like six times already.
What if Picard isn’t just gay but SUPER gay and when he says ‘Earl Grey, hot,’ he doesn’t mean tea, he’s ordering up his favorite member of the British gentry in assless chaps?
Here’s the actual Earl Grey of Thiddlewich-On-The-Thames, Viscount of Piddlesworth Abbey.
Remember how in his greatest fantasy, he’s a private dick?
I don’t know how it’s relevant but it’s fun to say. ‘Dick.’