My cat lives in a box, a cardboard box
And he shoots up, and escapes it
But I don't care 'cuz he's a big cat
And he eats people for lunch; but only bad ones
With more money than hearts

And he escaped today
He went really far away
Jumped on cars, hey
And left dirty paw-prints as a "fuck you" in a way that I can't do
That I'm afraid to
I live in a box, but I'm chewin' my way out to say

Hey, hey, fuck you
I don't want your cause in my way
Hey, fuck you
You can talk as much as you want but I'm not listening
Hey, fuck you
You think you're so small without me
Hey, fuck you
And your shiny new cars
Hey

And I say
I was thinking to say
We should just chill out, eh?
Don't bother me to hurry to get anywhere
Gotta make time to appreciate
The little things on the way
Six-pack clarity

Gotta listen to your cats
Gotta listen to your clan
Gotta listen to your sight
Gotta listen to your mom