The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #165963   Message #3986509
Posted By: The Sandman
08-Apr-19 - 02:40 PM
Thread Name: Songs of bad taste
Subject: Songs of bad taste
Somebody's child by the side of the road
Somebody's child who forgot his highway code
Someone's favorite child who ran clean out of luck
When he ran on to the road and tried to argue with a truck
Yesterday he purred and played in his childhood paradise
Decapitating tweety birds and masticating mice
Now he's just six pounds of raw mincemeat that don't smell very nice
He's nobody's child now.
All you who love your child be sure to keep him in
Don't let him argue with a truck, the truck is bound to win
And upon the busy road, don't let him play or frolic
If you do I'm warning you it could be catastrophic
If he tries to play on the roadway, I'm afraid that will be that
There will be one last despairing meow! And a sort of squelchy splat
And your child will be slightly dead and very, very flat
He's nobody's child, just red and squashed and soggy
He's nobody's child now.
IAHAVE ALTERED THE WORD CHILD FROM MOGGY
I think thE song NOBODYS MOGGY is in very bad taste,having had a pet that was nurtured from being a stray and tamed and later run over,
I do not find it amusing. let us ask a question i HAVE changed one word and let us see if it puts a different perspective on the subject
.below is the original
Somebody's moggy by the side of the road
Somebody's pussy who forgot his highway code
Someone's favorite feline who ran clean out of luck
When he ran on to the road and tried to argue with a truck
Yesterday he purred and played in his pussy paradise
Decapitating tweety birds and masticating mice
Now he's just six pounds of raw mincemeat that don't smell very nice
He's nobody's moggy now.
All you who love your pussy be sure to keep him in
Don't let him argue with a truck, the truck is bound to win
And upon the busy road, don't let him play or frolic
If you do I'm warning you it could be catastrophic
If he tries to play on the roadway, I'm afraid that will be that
There will be one last despairing meow! And a sort of squelchy splat
And your pussy will be slightly dead and very, very flat
He's nobody's moggy, just red and squashed and soggy
He's nobody's moggy now
imo this is the worst song eric bogle ever wrote and is only an extension of the idea that animals do not have souls