Well my kitties like bananas, yes it’s true, They don’t care for fish or liver stew, Skip the tuna, hold the cream, Peel that yellow fruit, they’ll scream— “Give us nanners or we're poopin’ in your shoe!” They don’t chase no mice or birds or bugs, Just sit there dreamin' of potassium hugs, They sniff the peel, they lick the mush, They guard their stash inside a bush, They're the primates of the porch — with fuzzy mugs! Banana cats, banana cats, They're fruity and they're fat, They climb up on the counter like sneaky little rats, They're purrin’ and they're peelin’, got potassium appealin’— They're the King Kongs of the kitchen, and they know where the snacks at! They won’t play with yarn, don’t give a crap, But jingle a banana? They're on your lap. They're peel-poppin’ freaks, Got banana breath all week, Even monkeys look confused — “What kinda cats is that?!” They still munch on their kibble, don’t you fret, And they'll murder some sardines when they’re wet, But when dessert time comes around, And no 'nanners can be found, They'll meow like “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! WE AIN’T DONE YET!” Banana cats, banana cats, They're fruity and they're fat, They climb up on the counter like sneaky little rats, They're purrin’ and they're peelin’, got potassium appealin’— They're the King Kongs of the kitchen, and they know where the snacks at!
