The three black cats that live by my nan Gang up at dusk and strut about looking tough A trio of hoods who rule the estate, man! "So give us ya Whiskas or we get rough!"
The moggy mob rule, it is here to stay In this seaside town there is always fish. Three cool cats that control the alley way Looking for cod, plaice or bass on a dish.
They sing a cat's chorus out on the tiles A miaow tune just so she, the queen, smiles.