This song was part of a three song day I had in Toronto long about 1983. The splendour of the true was another one and I can’t remember the third although it might have been the con committee waltz which I don’t remember anything about now.
Think I’ll rub some catnip on my shoes and go strolling through my neighbourhood
my neighbourhood
it does me good to see those furry felines fling their faces at my feet
I’m a potentate and it feels so sweet
SPCA’s suspicious
it looks like cru -el -ty
but the cats aren’t yowling for my blood or for a government inquiry
whenever I rub catnip on my shoes and go strolling through my neighbourhood
