Reincarnated NeighboursCat

The Reincarnated Neighbour’s Cat He’s the reincarnated neighbour’s cat He’s never here because he knows where it’s at He wants the best of the best , He don’t want no tat The reincarnated neighbour’s cat He wears winkle pickers and a pork pie hat A waistcoat and a tie to match He drinks milk stout he says down the hatch The reincarnated neighbour’s cat He knows where it’s at he’s the neighbour’s cat And he knows where it’s at He’s the neighbour’s cat He’s got an eye for the ladies he’s entirely intact He takes them back to his penthouse flat And gets them into bed with the same old chat The reincarnated neighbour’s cat He’s the reincarnated neighbour’s cat He’s never here because he knows where it’s at He wants the best of the best He don’t want no tat The reincarnated neighbour’s cat He knows where it’s at he’s the neighbour’s cat And he knows where it’s at He’s the neighbour’s cat He knows where it’s at (C) Terry Dunn