This is a song about a werecat. A werecat is just like a werewolf, but with kitty bits…. and I do like the kitty bits

There may be some other meaning, which I’d challenge you to discover…. except I was told when writing this that some of the lyrics had a spinal tap level of subtlety (that’d be somewhere around -11).

Oh well, it was a fun song to write…. and to be inspired to write. For the regulars you’ll notice that there is no guitar wankery for the first time in a long while…. not for any real reason, I just felt the song didn’t need it.

Questions, comments, feedback and protest letters imploring me to think of the children to the comments on chaotimusic.com or via email to drchaotica@chaotimusic.com

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Lycanthropic, misanthropic
Affects me like a psychotropic
Twisting my mind, I am inclined
To seek forth the kitty kind.
Join with the pard, I might be scarred
As she hunts without regard
I am her prey, under her sway
A twisted bestial ballet

Chorus 1:
Give me fur and give me teeth
Scratch with claws that are unsheathed
Take me now and take me were
Just let me dive into your hair

Verse 2:
Lycanthropic, it’s erotic
A sight that is quite hypnotic
I do not care, if there is hair
Growing all the way down there.
I’ll have a drink, from in the pink
Drowning in my kitten kink
To make her twist, when I have kissed
With skills like a cunning linguist

Chorus 2:
Give me fur and give me teeth
Scratch with claws that are unsheathed
Take me now and take me rough
Just let me dive into your muff

 

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