white house in Georgia down the Mason-Dixon line They got Kentucky Derby winners there They got a Lear jet parked outside Yeah but every Friday weekend when the big tom cat
(Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan) You can hang me in a bottle like a cat Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat Where the wailing of a baby Meets the
(Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan) Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you And from a window across the lawn I watched you undress Wearing your sunset
, I think that we could make it, And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. Well the night does funny things inside a man These old tom-cat feelings
knocking On your door Late tonight I?ll be calling You can be sure I?ll be waiting Standin? in the shadows once again Sneakin?, creepin? Howling like a tom cat
t nobody home but me Bring it on down to my house honey, I need your company Tom cat sittin' on the railroad track Well he hollered at the Mama cat, she
Kill, Doom. I eat the ground round raw. Crying is only for the weak of hearted, and pussies. I Knocked out Throwdown once. I HATE TOM DELONGE.
I've smeared my heart on my sleeve I've tagged my name on the wall It's prob'ly time for me to leave Actin' big and talkin' small I've tracked blood
Pa, parara, papa, pararara Pa, parara, papa, pararara Papa, parara, papa, pararara Sixty eight at twenty one The girl has risen with the sun It's a white
Let's put a new coat of paint on this lonesome old town Set 'em up, we'll be knockin' em down You wear a dress, baby, I'll wear a tie We'll laugh at that
the roll up, money to fold up With cognac and cooked yola Got the neighborhood about to blow up, but hold up I see this van sittin?, this old cat in
woke me up when they broke my alarm I was getting my ass licked by this cat named Tom I heard three guns cocked that's when Tom dropped (Stop!) They
cat, wah Track and stack, whores done dat, wah I'm a rude boy, done prove dat, wah Boy in da corner, I'm dat, wah New-school lyrical bow-cat, wah Best
Now, Tom Thumb jumped up and said, "I got one David Duke and Farrakhan riding side-by-side on the top gun" Hickory Dickory Dock, each day I hear a new shock The Cat
Your the horizon I can see but never ride off into I write my lyrics to you, you the perfect instrumental I sound better than the cat who rappin' to
should see it, chyo Animated actors that become ya toys Once you see it, don't believe, chyo After that though, Jerry, Tom's the cat, Ruther Rats Riff rat, courageous cat
with my food, pick my nose, and eat it damn it, Plus I pick my scabs, I be the first to pop a blister, Cause I'm more immature than that cat from Sister
my tomb Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx I make a joke, hokey pokey, slide by like egg yolk Play me like a punk like Penguin and the Joker Snoopin' in my biz like Tom