Camille West Tails From The Litterbox Lyrics

Tails From The Litterbox Lyrics

In his hands sat a tiny Abyssinian 
as he stood at his live-in lover`s door 
He said "I`m keeping it. Let`s call it Gilligan." 
and he handed her the cat and he said nothing more 
And she thought, "Oh God, a cat. I hate cats, 
and this one he`s calling Gilligan, how disgustingly cute 
 
I`d like to send him nad his little buddy Gilligan 
on a three hour tour." 
He said, "I`ll take full responsibility. 
I`ll even feed it everyday." 
"Cats" he said "are independent creatures." 
But she wound up caring for the damn thing anyway. 
 
But she will not clean the litter box 
She won`t go near it at all, 
and she doesn`t like animals that try to scratch her eyes out, 
and she doesn`t deal with fur balls. 
And the litter box sits, 
and the litter box sits, 
and the little cat...sits in the litter box  
 
One day, the whole thing grew too much for her, 
it was a hot and humid August day 
She approached the litter box with a great deal of trepidation 
(and a can of Lysol) 
Looked at it and said "no way"  
 
But she will not clean the litter box 
She won`t go near it at all 
and she doesn`t like animals that try to scratch her eyes out, 
and she doesn`t deal with those pesky fur balls 
And the litter box sits, 
and the litter box sits, 
and the little cat...shits 
(Okay, I said it, are you happy now?) 
 
One day she came home from the office, 
to find a cold and empty flat 
He took the TV, the furniture, the stereo they bought together, 
the microwave and the cat 
But he left her the litter box 
and to this day it`s still lying there 
It serves as a monument to their relationship 
It`s an appropriate souvenir 
And the litter box sits 
and the litter box sits, 
and the litter box sits