The mongrel cat came home   Holding half a head   Proceeded to show it off   To all his newfound friends      He said, I been where I liked   I slept with who I liked   She ate me up for breakfast   She screwed me in a vice      But now I don't know why   I feel so tongue-tied      I sat in the cupboard   And wrote it down in neat   They were cheering and waving, cheering and waving   Twitching and salivating like with myxomatosis      It got edited fucked up   Strangled, beaten up   Used as a photo in Time Magazine   Buried in a burning black hole in Devon      I don't know why   I feel so tongue-tied   Don't know why   I feel so skinned alive      My thoughts are misguided and a little naive   I twitch and I salivate like with myxomatosis   You should put me in a home or you should put me down   I got myxomatosis, I got myxomatosis      Yeah, no one likes a smart-ass but we all like stars   That wasn't my intention, I did it for a reason   It must have got mixed up, strangled, beaten up   I got myxomatosis, I got myxomatosis      I don't know why   I feel so tongue-tied