PD. Charles O'Hegarty.
notes: A morbid little English ditty that gives us an opportunity to pull up
some of our cat jokes between songs.
The Body in the Bag
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Our old cat died last night
The wife said: bury it out of sight
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We donâ€™t have a yard â€˜cause weâ€™re livinâ€™ in a flat
So what was I to do with the body of the cat
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Then a big brown paper bag I spied
I stuffed our dear old cat inside
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And off I went with the body in the bag
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The body in the bag ta-ra-ra
I went into the pub to have a whiskey, neat
I laid my little package underneath the seat
I hadnâ€™t gotten scarcely half way up the town
When a voice comes up behind me sayinâ€™: Your parcel, Mr. Brown
I had to stop and give the ruddy fool a half a crown
For bringinâ€™ me the body in the bag, so...
I threw it in the river, but the hero from some play
Jumps right in to save it cryinâ€™: hip hip hip, hooray
Says he to me: I donâ€™t do this as a rule
And now I find Iâ€™m rather wet and also rather cool
I had to take me trousers off and give â€˜em to the fool
For savinâ€™ me the body in the bag, so...
I crept up some stairs as quiet as any mouse
I gently laid me burden on the doorstep of an â€˜ouse
Just then the door flies open and a lady dressed in blue
Says: Pardon me monsieur, but do you parlevous?
I said: good gracious no, lady, I got better things to do
And I skedaddled with the body in the bag, and...
I headed for â€˜ome, me feet began to drag
When I thought I felt a movement from inside the bag
I looked inside and I heard a plaintive meoooow
You neednâ€™t bother, Tabby says, itâ€™s all right now
And there were seven little bodies in the bag, so