The Lyrics
When they took craft, boat, it was a pea-green.
Choppin' was the rough sea, wishin' for a dream.
Owl, he poured out banter, plyin' with eyes so wise.
He spilled out praise for kitty-prize, strumming by her side.
He said, let's snack, Pussy-Cat.
Honey in craft would be good.
Swore he'd quit that phase of his henpecked days,
And mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, oh, a change is comin', knew he would.
He better let chat, Pussy-Cat.
Livin' with a kitty's such a merry path.
She'll like flyin', as he holds, o'er the hills or pines.
She'll like tryin' to wing briskly, oh, it'll boggle her mind.
Well, she's seen his looks and his beak seemed grand and sweet.
His stout pose, sighs and craving roused a mood for glee.
And all his smokin' tones, well, they made her start to drool.
She said, oh, the beat and the chords seem so bold yet cool.
She said, lets howl, Hooty-Owl,
Let us make plans to be wed.
Then they sailed away for a year and day,
And ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, landed at the bong-tree spread.
They met one big Piggy-Wig,
Wearin' a ring on his nose.
Well, they offered trade for one shilling paid,
'Cause, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, a ring would let the owl propose.
Pig said, hey, you owl, bong with pot will tend to charm.
Live it up with kitty, bong with pot will do no harm.
Then they pranced and swayed, and their hearts got smoked.
How could they stop when the pig said toke?
They wed, hit sack, Owl and Cat.
Turkey heard vows in the woods.
Well, the pig made trade and the pig got paid,
And ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, the ring upon her hand fit good.
You're gonna just howl, Hooty-Owl.
Livin' with your kitty, mate shares a yowl.
They liked dinin' on fine quince with a runc'ble spoon.
They liked tryin' to get frisky, oh, by the light of the moon, oh yeah.
Get fat, Pussy-Cat.
Get fat, Pussy-Cat.
Get fat, wooh.
Let yowl, Hooty-Owl.
Let yowl, Hooty-Owl.
Let yowl, wooh.
Oh get fat, Pussy-Cat.
Let yowl, let yowl, Hooty-Owl, wooh, oh yeah.
Wooh!