Big Strong Cat (My Puddy Tat, Sylvester)
from Whiskers in the Jar by Marc Gunn
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“My Puddy Tat, Sylvester” (parody “My Brudda Sylvest/Big Strong Man”
music traditional, words Marc Gunn 9/25/2003
music traditional, words Marc Gunn 9/25/2003
lyrics
I tawt I taw a puddy tat?
He lives out on my door mat.
Did you hear about the puddy tat last night
He tried to swallow me with one bite.
You can take all of the alley cats away. (oh please!)
I’ve a cat trying to get in my cage
He used to be a lonely, abandoned stray
Now he’s hunting me every day.
That is my puddy tat Sylvester (What a tat!)
He’s piled furniture upon a chest (big chest!)
He’s built him a ladder to my nest; he never rests there.
Think of a bird, Tweety bird, don’t rush, just climb,
And hope that Granny comes and finds
me. He’s got a paw to grab my head (Tweety’s head)
And a mouth that will soon swallow it (gulp!)
It takes all the Grannies and old ladies to fight off that cat Sylvester.
Well, he broke into my cage in Italy.
He thought that Granny didn’t see.
She threw him off the harbor in New York,
Where he was chased by a great big shark.
He saw Granny leave in distress. (What’d he do?)
He put on Granny’s old dress (Cross dress)
He walked in the room with a key
But Granny came back suddenly.
That is my puddy tat Sylvester (What a tat!)
He’s piled furniture upon a chest (big chest!)
He’s built him a ladder to my nest; he never rests there.
Think of a bird, Tweety bird, don’t rush, just climb,
And hope that Granny comes and finds
me. He’s got a paw to grab my head (Tweety’s head)
And a mouth that will soon swallow it (gulp!)
It takes all the Grannies and old ladies to fight off that cat Sylvester.
I tawt I taw a puddy tat in Japan
So I pulled out a big frying pan.
I dropped it on Sylvester, left a knot
I heard Sylvester scream, “You sthnot!”
I was swinging in my cage and whistling (what’d he do?)
Sylvester grabbed me by my feet (big feet)
Granny walked in and yelled, “Stop!”.
Then he bit off my head and said, “Farewell, there’s no reason to stay for Sthylvester.”
I am the puddy tat Sthylvester (What a cat!)
I piled furniture upon a chest (big chest!)
I built me a ladder to his nest; I never rest there.
Think of a bird, Tweety bird, don’t rush, just climb,
And hope that Granny doesn’t find
me. I’ve got a paw to grab his head (Tweety’s head)
And a mouth that will soon swallow it (gulp!)
Not even all the Grannies and old ladies can defend their birds from Sthylvester.
(sthuferin sthukatash, that Tweety was tasty)
He lives out on my door mat.
Did you hear about the puddy tat last night
He tried to swallow me with one bite.
You can take all of the alley cats away. (oh please!)
I’ve a cat trying to get in my cage
He used to be a lonely, abandoned stray
Now he’s hunting me every day.
That is my puddy tat Sylvester (What a tat!)
He’s piled furniture upon a chest (big chest!)
He’s built him a ladder to my nest; he never rests there.
Think of a bird, Tweety bird, don’t rush, just climb,
And hope that Granny comes and finds
me. He’s got a paw to grab my head (Tweety’s head)
And a mouth that will soon swallow it (gulp!)
It takes all the Grannies and old ladies to fight off that cat Sylvester.
Well, he broke into my cage in Italy.
He thought that Granny didn’t see.
She threw him off the harbor in New York,
Where he was chased by a great big shark.
He saw Granny leave in distress. (What’d he do?)
He put on Granny’s old dress (Cross dress)
He walked in the room with a key
But Granny came back suddenly.
That is my puddy tat Sylvester (What a tat!)
He’s piled furniture upon a chest (big chest!)
He’s built him a ladder to my nest; he never rests there.
Think of a bird, Tweety bird, don’t rush, just climb,
And hope that Granny comes and finds
me. He’s got a paw to grab my head (Tweety’s head)
And a mouth that will soon swallow it (gulp!)
It takes all the Grannies and old ladies to fight off that cat Sylvester.
I tawt I taw a puddy tat in Japan
So I pulled out a big frying pan.
I dropped it on Sylvester, left a knot
I heard Sylvester scream, “You sthnot!”
I was swinging in my cage and whistling (what’d he do?)
Sylvester grabbed me by my feet (big feet)
Granny walked in and yelled, “Stop!”.
Then he bit off my head and said, “Farewell, there’s no reason to stay for Sthylvester.”
I am the puddy tat Sthylvester (What a cat!)
I piled furniture upon a chest (big chest!)
I built me a ladder to his nest; I never rest there.
Think of a bird, Tweety bird, don’t rush, just climb,
And hope that Granny doesn’t find
me. I’ve got a paw to grab his head (Tweety’s head)
And a mouth that will soon swallow it (gulp!)
Not even all the Grannies and old ladies can defend their birds from Sthylvester.
(sthuferin sthukatash, that Tweety was tasty)
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from Whiskers in the Jar,
released January 1, 2008
This cat song is based on the Irish folk song, “Big Strong Man (My Brother Sylvest)”. Okay, growing up I was never much of a fan of Sylvester the Cat. But I was much less of fan of Tweety Bird. So I decided to give Tweety Bird the bird in this comical song that captures my love of cartoons. Look for it on my Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers CD.
This cat song is based on the Irish folk song, “Big Strong Man (My Brother Sylvest)”. Okay, growing up I was never much of a fan of Sylvester the Cat. But I was much less of fan of Tweety Bird. So I decided to give Tweety Bird the bird in this comical song that captures my love of cartoons. Look for it on my Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers CD.
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Marc Gunn is a rhythm and folk musician inspired by Celtic culture, science fiction, fantasy, and cats--Sci F'Irish
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He breathes new life into the autoharp, which continues to surprise musical veterans and fans alike for its unique sound and spirited energy. It’s like a satirical jam session between The Clancy Brothers and Weird Al Yankovic.
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