We all know cats, we know they're funny. They eat, they bat, they sleep, where it's sunny. But one cat thinks these thinks are crummy. 'Cause Big Tobaccat mostly likes money. Cats like strings, but not Big Tobaccat. He shrugs, he meows. Yarn's not, where it's at. Got a snack? No, thanks, he rejects it flat, He rarely eats, but he's still a fat cat.
Big Tobaccat! Really likes cash! Why? We don't know. Big Tobaccat! Loves them bills, that's where his attention goes.
Here's fish! No, thanks! Gimme that cash! Here's a ball! No way! Gimme all that cash! Big Tobaccat is not, like other cats. Snacks? No! Coin, gold and greenbacks. When people see a cat, they wanna play. When Big Tobaccat plays, he always gets paid. Cat beds are fluff, but in gols he lays. He ignores a milk dish, prefers a raise.
Big Tobaccat! Hates mice, he really wants money. Big Tobaccat! Never sleeps, never eats, but wants money. Big Tobaccat! Money, money, money in he rays. Big Tobaccat! His gold is not a vault, it's measured in lakes.
You got a friend and that friend will share, But Big Tobaccat meows and licks his hair. If food was money, he'd be a hog. Point is, if you want to play, then get a... dooooog!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
