I never much believed in reincarnation   Thought it was only people's imagination   But now I'm forced into some reconsideration   'Cause something's happened to my cat   That deserves some explanation      William Shakespeare's in my cat   My kitty is the bard   He used to be a playwright   Now he's digging up the yard   He's still a cat in most respects   He likes to meow and purr   But now I introduce him as the cat   That wrote Richard the third   I took him to see Phantom   He said it was quite nice   But he can't go see Miss Saigon   Until he kills some mice   (Until he kills some mice)   William Shakespeare's in my cat   It sometimes seems so deep   The guy who wrote Twelfth Night   Chews on my socks while I'm asleep   I'm really quite impressed   I own the cat who wrote MacBeth   But if something's rotten in this state   It's just his fishy breath      (Chorus)      'Cause he wrote Romeo and Juliet   But his greatest story yet   Is coming back as someone's pet   And gettin' neutered by the vet   He got his paws caught in a net   Then he said to be or not to meeeow!      William Shakespeare's in my cat   He rarely ever talks   He makes his loudest statements   Standing in the litter box   He sleeps on all my shelves   And throws my books about the house   It doesn't sound like prose   When he bats a squeaky mouse   Sam Beckett's plays are witty,   Same thing for Bernard Shaw,   Oscar Wilde is pretty,   But none of them have paws   (None of them have paws)   William Shakespeare's in my cat   He chases bits of fluff   John Milton's in my goldfish   But I never liked his stuff   I'm thinking that Franz Kafka   Really came back as a bug   And I hope Andrew Lloyd Webber   Will stay underneath my rug      (Chorus)      Take it, Trevor!      (Chorus)