9 February 2013
Bollocks. Dave has gone What will I do now? He may not be our cat But I'd got used to his meow
A cheeky little fella He just appeared one day We tried our best to make him leave But he wouldn't go away
Pretty soon we gave up For things wouldn't be the same Without his needle feet And the deadly bannister game
You ate us out of house and home Put paw prints on the bed If you're not our cat How come you've got inside my head?
But we knew this day would come And it arrived today Your owners came a callin' And took me Dave away
You all have heard of Dave I've written about the cooking fat Now all I am left with Is my own old whinging cat
I look around the room It's as quiet as the grave I'll adjust, I guess I must, To life without Dave...
Life Without Dave • Opuss № I