And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that’s all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And if you have a minute why dont we go,
Talk about it some where only we know.
This could be the end of everything,
So why dont we go,
Somewhere only we know.