Look what the cat dragged in Thinks he hit bulls eye Shot himself in the foot, cant walk straight Look what the cat dragged in
It was a filthy campaign You turned people against each other You smell of burnt chestnut Look what the cat dragged in
It was on your shift, Director, on your shift
You never used the stairs You rode the elevator You used small print in the contract That was the drop (that made the cup overflow) You never should’ve taken the elevator
The cat dragged you in Than disappeared like the wind Now I’m putting you on display So that everyone who looks Through the window of my studio, sees you… They see you And some sunny day, A man will walk by And look in at you with a devilish smile Me… that’ll be me