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Cats on the Rooftops 
Cats on the Rooftops 
cho: Cats on the rooftops, cats on the tiles Cats with syphilis, cats with piles Cats with their assholes wreathed in smiles Revel in the joys of fornication. 
The crocodile is a funny animile He only comes once in a very great while But when he comes he floods the Nile As he revels in the joys of fornication. 
The donkey is a lonely bloke He very seldom wets his poke But when he does, he lets it soak As he revels in the joys of fornication. 
The camel has a lot of fun His night's complete when he is done For he always has two humps for one As he revels in the joys of fornication. 
The baboon's rear is an eerie sight His asshole gleams like a neon light And when he comes, he lights the night As he revels in the joys of fornication. 
The monkey, good as monkeys go, Erect can go an inch or so And when he comes, it's time to go As he revels in the joys of fornication. 
The poor domestic doggie, on his chain all day Seldom gets a chance to go and let himself play So he licks his little dick, in a very frantic way As he revels in the joys of fornication. 
The hippopotamus, so it seems, Very seldom has wet dreams But when he does, it comes in streams As he revels in the joys of fornication. 
The whale is a mammal, as everybody knows 
He takes two days to take a shag and when he's in the throes He doesn't stop to take it out, but piddles through his nose As he revels in the joys of fornication. 
The ostrich in the desert is a solitary chick Without the frequent opportunity to go and dip his wick But when he does, it slips in thick As he revels in the joys of fornication. 
The bee disports among the trees And there consorts whith whom he please, And fills the land with sons of bees Who revel in the joys of fornication. 
The clam is a paragon of purity And we can't tell a he from she, But he can tell, and so can she When they revel in the joys of fornication. 
The owls in the trees and the cats on the tiles One f***s in solitude, the other f***s in piles You can hear their yowls and howls and moans and groans for miles and miles When they revel in the joys of fornication. 
tune: John Peel RG, PZP, CFBW, AF, JR, MS