EPISODE · Dec 1, 2022 · 4 MIN
Puddy Tat
from The Crime Of The Century Podcast · host Matt Love
Lyrics: I am a little tiny bird, my name is Tweety Pie I live inside my birdcage a-hanging way up high I like to swing upon my perch and sing my little song But there's a cat that's after me and won't let me alone I tawt I taw a puddy tat a-creeping up on me I did, I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be That puddy tat is very bad, he sneaks up from behind I don't think I would like it if I knew what's on his mind I have a strong suspicion that his plans for me aren't good I am inclined to think that he would eat me if he could I tawt I taw a puddy tat a-creeping up on me I did, I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be And when I sing that little song my mistress knows he's back She grabs a broom and brings it down upon Sylvester's back So listen you bad puddy tat, let's both be friends, you see My mistress will not chase you if you sing this song for me I tawt I taw a puddy tat a-creeping up on me I did, I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be
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