(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
[The only musical instrument heard is the plucking of a Jew’s harp.]
I had an old cat named Roy.
Roy was a good ol’ boy.
He used to go a-huntin’, down by the lake,
Catch ’im a nice, fresh garter snake.
Bring ’im on back and then set in the grass,
Lookin’ like he had ’im a green mustache.
Yeah, Roy was a good ol’ boy.
’Til the dogs got ’im.