Bill The Cat Lyrics - Old Farts In Caravan Parks - John Williamson

We had a cat 

His name was Bill 

He caught our budgie on the window sill 

One holy day, one Sunday morn 

Left only feathers on our back lawn 

Oh no Bill, you can't do that 

You silly pussy, you stupid cat 

So we took him down, our family pet 

And we left his balls with the family vet 

Well the very next day he packed his bags 

Left all his penthouse and playboy mags 

How could we do it to the family vet 

Go and leave his balls with the family vet 

Well we get no postcards, no telephone calls 

He's out in the bush somewhere, with no balls 

And he's obsessed with sweet revenge 

So he eats our parrots and our fairy wrens 

[Chorus: x2] 

Yes he's mortified and we all regret 

That we Left his balls with the family vet 

How he's highly sought by the feral choir 

For his new found talent to sing much higher 

Has no more time for female friends 

Only parrots and fairy wrens 

No sense of humor, ex-family pet 

He's still angry, he's still upset 

It still hurts, he can't forget 

That we left his balls with the family vet