Lady Super-Market with an apple in her basket,
Knocks on the manager's door.
Grooning to the Muzak from a speaker in the shoe rack,
Lays out her goods on the floor.
Everything she's chosen is conveniently frozen.
"Eat it and come back for more"
Lady Window-Shopper with a new one in the hopper
Whips up a chemical brew.
Talking to a neighbor while she polishes her sabre,
Knows how to flavor a stew.
Never needs to worry with a tin of Hurry-Curry.
"Poisoned especially for you."
No use to complain if you're caught out in the rain.
You're mother's quite insane.
Cat food, cat food, cat food, again!
Lady Yellow-Stamper with a fillet in the hamper,
Dying to finish the course.
Goodies for the table with a fable on the label,
Drowning in Miracle Sauce.
Don't think I am that rude if I tell you that it's cat food,
"Not even fit for a horse."
King Crimson - Cat Food Lyrics
King Crimson - Cat Food Lyrics
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Lady Super-Market with an apple in her basket,
Knocks on the manager's door.
Grooning to the Muzak from a speaker in the shoe rack,
Lays out her goods on the floor.
Everything she's chosen is conveniently frozen.
"Eat it and come back for more"
Lady Window-Shopper with a new one in the hopper
Whips up a chemical brew.
Talking to a neighbor while she polishes her sabre,
Knows how to flavor a stew.
Never needs to worry with a tin of Hurry-Curry.
"Poisoned especially for you."
No use to complain if you're caught out in the rain.
You're mother's quite insane.
Cat food, cat food, cat food, again!
Lady Yellow-Stamper with a fillet in the hamper,
Dying to finish the course.
Goodies for the table with a fable on the label,
Drowning in Miracle Sauce.
Don't think I am that rude if I tell you that it's cat food,
"Not even fit for a horse."
Knocks on the manager's door.
Grooning to the Muzak from a speaker in the shoe rack,
Lays out her goods on the floor.
Everything she's chosen is conveniently frozen.
"Eat it and come back for more"
Lady Window-Shopper with a new one in the hopper
Whips up a chemical brew.
Talking to a neighbor while she polishes her sabre,
Knows how to flavor a stew.
Never needs to worry with a tin of Hurry-Curry.
"Poisoned especially for you."
No use to complain if you're caught out in the rain.
You're mother's quite insane.
Cat food, cat food, cat food, again!
Lady Yellow-Stamper with a fillet in the hamper,
Dying to finish the course.
Goodies for the table with a fable on the label,
Drowning in Miracle Sauce.
Don't think I am that rude if I tell you that it's cat food,
"Not even fit for a horse."
Writer: PETER JOHN SINFIELD, ROBERT FRIPP
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group