smashed grilled cats...how mean it is to slaughter
smashed grilled cats...though folks around here do
smashed grilled cats...they eat 'em when they're babies
smashed grilled cats...don't like 'em more than two

well, there's thirteen hundred and fifty two critter lickers who're careful
cause when they skin those coats, they don't want any chance
that they might eat a furball
yeah, there's thirteen hundred and fifty two critter tasters, no lyin'
and anyone who'd attack a cat
is twice as sicker than i am

well, i just think its mean
you might say i was an animal conservator sweet guy
and i heard a coupla sad sounding mews, all confused
as they captured them...oh my
and this weird old man says cats are delicious, son
let's go and nosh one
but good lord, i just don't want to try it
'specially a squashed one

cause it was
smashed grilled cats...feline sons and daughters
smashed grilled cats...washed down with mountain dew
smashed grilled cats...let's hope they all have rabies
smashed grilled cats...those jerks will get 'em too

well, there's sixteen thousand eight hundred and twenty one
kitties, that they've killed
all their friends over and they feast all night
they all get their guts filled
and they're custom braised on ketchup covered buns
could it get any sicker than this bill ?
and i sure am glad that i'll be absent
when they're cookin' up those mutilated critters, that they've killed

smashed grilled cats...i've said they shouldn't oughta
smashed grilled cats...but roast 'em up, they do
smashed grilled cats...they're feastin' on poor tabbies
smashed grilled cats...if its too hard to chew...
cook it