Dandy little well fed fat cat,
one day fell out of bed.
Had to go do the little thing,
not a single place to lose her swing.

So she did it in a can of nouvelle cuisine,
the most uncomfortable move I've ever seen.
She left the smelling tin can on a shelf,
this addition made the total run up to twelve.

(Chorus):
Little dandy well fed fat cat,
Little dandy well fed fat cat,
Little dandy well fed fat cat,
Little dandy well fed fat cat!
And there she went across the roof into an alley,
over the roof dragging her well fed fat cat belly,
strait tail head forward as in a cat and mouse chase,
swiftly passing by on four paws with cat grace.

The end of the morning was now at hand,
about time to visit her well fed fat cat boyfriend.
She began washing herself from head to paw,
even removing dirt from tiny little claw.
She loved it when her well fed fat cat boyfriend did it all,
'caus then she wouldn't choke on her own furball.