From the recording Throw Your TV In The Pool [wav]
Personnel:
Greg Paul Stone – Vocals, slide guitar, banjo
Bethan Nodwell – Vocals
Anouk Gregoire – Vocals
Rod Fotheringham – Piano
Marc Decho – Bass
Jeff Asselin – Drums
Written by Gregory Paul Stone [APRA]
Copyright © Gregory Paul Stone 2016
Lyrics
Fumbled my keys and tip toed through the door
It had been about a week and I knew she’d be sore
I even got her something from the jewellery store
And this is what she said to me
Oh won’t you look at what the cat dragged in
All crumpled up and sorry for a night of sin
All jumped up tired and edgy, what a mess you’re in
Oh look at what the cat dragged in
And then you sit there with your cigarette
And proceed to tell me how you lost a bet
With some very shady people who will break your legs
Oh look at what the cat dragged in
And in the lamp light I can see a trace
Of the little lines of powder sitting on your face
But the little lines of powder simply can’t replace
The emptiness inside of you
And I can smell on your the terror sweat There’s a little trickle running down your neck Running to a river of cold regret
And filling up the hole in you
And I can see the hand print on your cheek
From the skinny little slapper who you banged all week
Maybe she can help you find you’re lucky streak
‘Cause after this I’m through with you
Oh won’t you look at what the cat dragged in
All crumpled up and sorry for a night of sin
All jumped up tired and edgy, what a mess you’re in
Oh look at what the cat dragged in
Copyright © Gregory Paul Stone [APRA]