Rubbin up and down your side, with your fur against my knee
One black disaster cat is such a beautiful mystery
You might say he's an ancient god, Egyptian mystery
With yellow eyes and a playful soul, always looking right through me

Her pussycat's on the run, her pussycat's on the run again
Tired out against her bathroom door, always having of energy
Time to eat never ends He's always in the need
Blackened soul a darkened fur can't seem to settle down

Always on the next attack always on the prowl
Her pussycat's on the run again, her pussycat's on the run again