The Alleycat

Lyrics by Virginia Taylor
(ttto: The Idiot by Stan Rogers)

I often take these night time stalks when no one else is around
I turn my back and I'm on the track, as I prowl along the ground
I jump up on the iron fence and my passage makes no sound
I've left my home and now I roam and no one knows where I'm bound

I remember back six months ago, this outlaw life I chose
When every day I'd sleep and play and one more door would close
Well, I could have stayed and gotten spayed but Iım not one of those
I go wild and free and that makes me an alleycat I suppose

1st Chorus:
So I bid farewell to the nice warm house that I never more will see
But eat I must so I go through dust-bins, each one thoroughly
Oh, I miss the bed and getting fed and I don't like fighting foes
But I like being free and that makes me an alleycat I suppose

So come all you housebound kitties if you long to climb the trees
This outdoor life's no paradise but at least you can feel the breeze. 
Oh, the streets aren't clean and there's not much green and your fur will teem with fleas
But the cat-food bowl will rot your soul and bring you to your knees

2nd Chorus:
So bid farewell to the nice warm house that you nevermore will see
There's self-respect and a true connect-ion with nature's mystery
Oh, you'll miss some meals and the way it feels when the catnip fills your nose
But you'll be free and just like me; an alleycat I suppose.