Black Cats

The lights are on, but nobody’s home
From rags to riches: money talks Om!
The Order of Merit’s worth every penny
I’ve met a few talents — but not so many

Behind the times — in broad daylight
Just bag of the wind — look a sight
Thrilled to bits — ahead of the pack
Like water off all a ducks brown back

Chorus

As black as a stack of black cats
A face like thunder when smelling rats
You can’t take it with you — that’s that
Even salt of the earth goes finally mad

A friend in need is a friend indeed
A dog in the manger has own words to eat
The best thing happened since sliced bread
He rolls out the carpet coloured in red

Chorus

As black as a stack of black cats
A face like thunder when smelling rats
You can’t take it with you — that’s that
Even salt of the earth goes finally mad

Cats Rats Cats Rats Cats Rats Cats Rats
Cats Rats Cats Rats Cats Rats Cats Rats

You can’t take it with you
You can’t take it with you — that’s that

You can’t take
You can’t take
You can’t take
You can’t take
You can’t take
You can’t take
You can’t take
You can’t take

Music Video https://youtu.be/bfyzK83k3Uo?si=cKbzwhN6AezZwL6u