Radio station DJ, Tinto - Played the same old songs everyday - Making all his masters happy - Comfortably, complimenting their ways - But the - listeners - of his show... Haven't got a clue - That Tinto's cat - Raleigh... Gonna make em' - pay their dues! Raleigh, no! Tinto... Raleigh, no! Tinto... Big old fat cat, smokes a cigarette - Mistreated - beaten - left out on the steps - Every night he shrieks... But only - a few may hear - And if they - don't... There is reason for his fear! Raleigh, no! Tinto... Raleigh, no! Tinto... Early Monday morning - Raleigh burst through the door - Backed by some menacing friends… Covered - in sores… Tinto was ripped to shreds... Cotton, flesh, and blood - Now the station plays different songs... But the masters feel it's wrong! Meowahhhhhh! Raleigh, no! Tinto... Meowahhhhhh! Raleigh, no! Tinto... [Guitar outro sounds like alarm clock]
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