Yo Cats

Yo cats, yo yo

Yo chooch, way to go

You is dead, but you don't know

Yo let's carve, hey where's them blow?

Get your fiddle, get your bow

Play some footballs on your hole

Watch your watch, play a little flat

Make the session go overtime, that's where it's at

Hey, saxophone, clarinet

How many doubles can you get

Special rules providin' the way

To help you maximize your pay

Your girl, Arlyn's, what's the diff

What's the service that you're with

So long as you can suck them butt

On the contractor who calls you up

Your career could take a thud

Unless you kneel and scarf his pud

And when the dates come rolling in

You can wipe your lips and flash a grin

That tells them all at the jingle date

That you enjoyed what you just ate

Yum yum, dog food

Haemorrhoid cream but the bread's so good

New RV and a leisure suit

Hey, I play shit but I love that loot

Thank the union, it's so great

Only a few get to be on the date

Those other schmucks with electric guitars

Got to play for poot in the "B" scale bars

You have made it, you are cool

You have been to the Berklee School

You give clinics on the side

Music has died and no one cried

Yo cats, Yo yo

Yo chooch way to go

You is dead

Hey! Have a nice one, guy!