My old black cat passed away this morning
He never knew what a hard day was
Woke up late and danced on tin roofs
If questioned "Why?" – answered, "Just because."
He never spoke much, preferring silence:
Eight lost lives was all he had
Occasionally sneaked some Sunday dinner
He wasn't good and he wasn't bad
My old black cat wasn't much of a looker
You could pass him by – just a quiet shadow
Got pushed around by all the other little guys
Didn't seem to mind much – just the way life goes
Padded about in furry slippers
Didn't make any special friends
He played it cool with wide-eyed innocence
Receiving gladly what the good Lord sends
Forgot to give his Christmas present,
Black cat collar, nice and new,
Thought he'd make it through to New Year
I guess this song will have to do.
My old black cat...
Old black cat...