Story Behind The Song

Rage against the Banking & Political Mobsters who get fat lining their pockets with the hard earned dollars of those who have MUCH less!

Song Description

A fun bluesy song about the demise of the Fat Cats. NOTE: NO CATS WERE HARMED DURING THE COMPOSITION OF THIS SONG!

Lyrics

(guitar intro to be inserted)

They call me the fat cat, that's right
They be callin' me fat cat
You know that's right
Got a taste of your honey
My pocket's full o' money
You don't wanna feel my bite

Hey diddle diddle, got a golden fiddle
King Midas shines my shoes
Hey, Cinderella, I'm a mighty mean fella
Shape up, or you're gonna lose
Step aside, run and hide
Or you'll be singin' the blues
(ad lib) Or you'll be singin' those blues, you know it!

(ad libs to be inserted)

Chorus
Don't you wink, don't you blink
The angels, they be watchin' you
You been a-messin', you been o-ppressin'
Time is up, you're through
Got a brand-new jumpsuit, rubber slippers
And silver cuffs just for you

(group ad libs to be inserted)

Looka here now, ol' mellow yellow
Did your backbone turn to mush
Lookie there now, legs like jello
And a face like Orange Crush
Upside world done got you down
Ain't no one left to use

(Chorus)
Don't you wink, don't you blink
The angels, they be watchin' you
You been a-messin', you been o-ppressin'
Time is up, you're through
Got a brand-new jumpsuit, rubber slippers
Silver cuffs just for you

(Bridge)
It's a cryin' shame, yes it is
You know it's a gosh darn pity
We stripped you down, yeah we did
To the real nitty gritty
Ain't a single Simple Simon, oh no
Gonna do that time for you
(Go on and sing your blues!)

(guitar solo to be inserted)

(Chorus)
Don't you wink, don't you blink
The angels, they be watchin' you
You been a-messin', you been o-ppressin'
Time is up, you're through
Got a brand-new jumpsuit, rubber slippers
And silver cuffs just for you

(guitar outro to be inserted)