Waterside cat lady don't give a shit. She says what she wants.
Derry Cat Lady
by A. Carter
Fuck sake, piss off! yees wains and brats,
I'd ruller hauve me fickle cats.
Though furry and a mingin’ lot,
they love me, tho I'm auld and fat.
Hairy Gerry
and big orange Bill
to-geller lap me kitchen swill,
and peaceful like, they're gnawin' bones,
but here's you wee shites a-throwin' stones.
to-geller lap me kitchen swill,
and peaceful like, they're gnawin' bones,
but here's you wee shites a-throwin' stones.
And if I get
my hands on you,
I'll teach a hard learned thing or two,
wi’ the Waterside witch's curse
of Ulster's Red Hand on your arse.
I'll teach a hard learned thing or two,
wi’ the Waterside witch's curse
of Ulster's Red Hand on your arse.
The boy who
hurts a living thing
pays dear to wear the Devil's ring,
and does his work with idle hands
on guns and in the marching bands.
pays dear to wear the Devil's ring,
and does his work with idle hands
on guns and in the marching bands.
So quick!
before you sell your soul,
a cretin bored and on the dole,
show kindness tae a simple cat,
and give his small wee head a pat,
a cretin bored and on the dole,
show kindness tae a simple cat,
and give his small wee head a pat,
lest ye be forever
a fuckin twat.