sung to the tune of "Redneck Woman" by Gretchen Wilson
No, I ain't never been the fuzzy mouse type,
No, I don't swig that cat sip milk;
I'd rather chew nip all night,
On the sofa, on the table,
On the Grandfather clocks.
Oh, I got posters on my wall of Garfield,
Fritz and Socks.
Some people look down on me,
But I don't give a rip,
"Cause I'll stand four footed up upon your chest,
And tear open your lip!
'Cause I'm a red necked kitten;
I ain't no high class cat.
I', a product of my raisin';
I say Meow, Hiss and Spat.
I leave my fresh killed rodents
On my front porch all year long,
And I know all the words to
Every Cat in the Hat Poem.
So here's to all my sisters out there,
keepin it country.
Let's all hear a big Meow
For a redneck cat like me.
MEOW!
(MEOW!)
Now Fosters and Smith;
Their stuff's real nice.
But I can buy that same damned collar
On the Walmart shelf half price.
And still look *beep*,
Just as *beep*, as those kitties on TV.
No, I don't need no designer tag
To make my Tom want me.
Some may think I'm nutso,
A little too whacked out.
But in my neck of the woods,
That's what I'm all about.
'Cause I'm a red necked kitten;
I ain't no high class cat.
I', a product of my raisin';
I say Meow, Hiss and Spat.
I leave my fresh killed rodents
On my front porch all year long,
And I know all the words to
Every Cat in the Hat Poem.
So here's to all my sisters out there,
keepin it country.
Let's all hear a big Meow
For a redneck cat like me.
MEOW!
(MEOW!)
Parody by Auntie Debbie
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