| Down in the valley on a foggy little rock
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| Stood a pretty little demon blowing his top
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| Fire in his eyes and smoke from his head
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| You gotta be real cool to hear the words he said
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| He said (mumbling/scatting)
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| That cat was mad!
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| He had steam in his soul for the one he loved so
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| He had death on his mind 'cause my demon let him go
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| He gonna run through the world 'til we understand his pain
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| Somebody help him get his demon home again
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| He said (mumbling/scatting)
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| That cat- that cat was mad!
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| He made the sky turn green, he made the grass turn red
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| He even put pretty hair on Grandma’s bald head
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| He made the moon back up, he even pushed back time
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| He took the frutti out of tutti, he had the devil drinkin' wine
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| He said (mumbling/scatting)
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| That cat-cat was mad!
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| This demon felt good, 'cause he finally got across
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| To the crazy little demon that the woman still the boss
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| Down in the valley on the foggy little rock
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| You can still hear the demon blowing his top
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| He said (mumbling/scatting)
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| That cat- that cat was mad!
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| He pushed back, brought in afternoon
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| He even made Leap Year jump over the moon
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| He took the Fourth of july and put it in May
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| He took this morning for a drive yesterday
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| He said (mumbling/scatting)
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| That cat- that cat was mad! |