Nasty Cats Lyrics

This one's for the stealthy night prowlers, the rulers of the roost, (Purr purr!)

Get ready for a tale of mischief, and a world that's slightly uncouth. (Hiss! Scratch!)

In the corners of the home, where shadows dwell,

Lies a story that only we can tell.

Masters of mess, in silence, we reign,

"Nasty Cats," they whisper, but in pride, we feign.

From the kitchen to the living room, we roam,

Leaving traces of our presence, in this human home.

Litter boxes, our thrones, not a sight so grand,

Yet in our kingdom of chaos, proudly we stand.

Our paws, once clean, now carriers of sand,

Across the polished floors, our signatures, we brand.

The scent of our conquests, lingering in the air,

A testament to our reign, laid bare.

Nasty Cats (cats), in shadows and light,

Masters of mess, our presence a fright.

From dusk till dawn, in our litter box land,

"Nasty Cats," they call us, but together we stand.

In the dead of night, the mischief peaks,

Our silent laughters, through the darkness, it leaks.

The sacred sandbox, where our secrets lie,

Underneath the moon's watchful eye.

The art of covering, a dance we perform,

A ritual of sorts, far from the norm.

Yet in this act, a defiance we find,

A statement of sorts, from our feline kind.

We're the jesters, the tricksters, in this human domain,

Our antics, our games, a part of our fame.

"Nasty Cats," a badge we wear with pride,

In our litter box kingdoms, we reside.

Through the house, our tales unfold,

In whispers and echoes, our stories told.

Nasty by nature, but charming at heart,

In every mess, a work of art.

Nasty Cats (cats), in shadows and light,

Masters of mess, our presence a fright.

From dusk till dawn, in our litter box land,

"Nasty Cats," they call us, but together we stand.

So here's to the rebels, the night-time stars,

In the realm of the mundane, we leave our scars.

Nasty Cats, in our world, we roam free,

In the heart of chaos, we find our glee.

(Echoing "Purr")

To the beat of the night, our stories we weave,

In the cover of darkness, in what we believe.

So raise your paws, our legacy we chart,

In the world of humans, we're a living art.

(Purr-Purr-Purr!)