Lyrics

No trip for cats
by Emiliano Girolami '98


No trip for cats we say
And you don't know what I mean
No trip for cats we say
And you don't know what I mean
A kind of tricky word game
You've gotta listen to believe

"Trip" sounds like a kind of food
That cats particularly like
"Trip" sounds like a kind of food
And cats, you know, they like it
You cannot always get the food
Somebody always stands to feed you

You're in the need of something, man
You might have worked to get your wage
You may be asking for a simple right
You may have worked for your pay
You always get somebody pushing you
Somebody asking asking asking asking you

No trip for cats, Man!
No trip for cats , Yeah!
No trip for cats, Yes Sir!
No trip for cats, I'm OK!
You gotta find a new direction
You gotta help yourself, HELP YOURSELF!!!

No trip for cats we say
And now you know what I mean
No trip for cats we say
And now you know what I mean
A kind of tricky word game
You've gotta live it to believe