[Intro] He's wearing the shirt. Everybody act natural. [Verse 1] Hawaiian shirt, flowers, a parrot or two, He's got a gold chain made of one piece of string he stole from you. He sleeps twenty hours, that's his alibi, The other four he's running the whole neighborhood tuna supply. [Chorus] Mylo, Mylo, the kibble boss, Counting his crunchies, never at a loss. Mylo, Mylo, don't make him wait, The godfather of the canned tuna plate. [Verse 2] The vacuum cleaner? Rival gang. He's got beef. The laser dot? An informant, a dirty thief. He laundered the treats through a cardboard box, Now the sofa's his casino and he's cleaning out your socks. [Chorus] Mylo, Mylo, the kibble boss, Counting his crunchies, never at a loss. Mylo, Mylo, don't make him wait, The godfather of the canned tuna plate. [Bridge] Come here, my friend. Sit. Sit on the floor. You think you own this house? I let you live here. Every morning you open the can, and I say nothing. That's called respect. And respect costs tuna. Today you were three minutes late. I'm not angry. I'm just disappointed... and hungry. Bring me the pâté, and we forget this ever happened. Or tomorrow you wake up and your sock drawer is... gone. Capisce? Meow. [Chorus] Mylo, Mylo, the kibble boss, Counting his crunchies, never at a loss. Mylo, Mylo, don't make him wait, The godfather of the canned tuna plate. [Outro] He knocked my coffee off the table. It was a message. Mylo... the kibble boss.
