I've got the blues today
But because I'm wanted dead or alive
My mug shots up
On all the circus posters jive
I'm even in the coffin coughin up a fur ball
Next I'm dancing dixie
On the tightwire highball
It's all a game of chances
And Like a cat I've got nine lives
But he keeps pulling me back
From death when I commit suicide
He never let's me die, like there's a law against it
He puts me in his magic box with cyanide
And says now let's see you get out of this one
Cutie
I say who do you think you are?
Dr Frankenstein? Or Schrodinger
Stop acting like a mad scientist
And just give me back my alchemist
I'm way out on a limb here
And you're throwing me bananas
When your should be calling the fire services
Get a ladder and a rope
I'm stuck up this mad scientist's tree
He's lost his mind
He keeps trying to murder me!
Ok cutie he says just one more thing
This time play dead
I wanna see if I can give your vet
A heart attack to see something shocking
Is it not enough that I'm in a superposition
That I'm vibrating on a quantum string
That Heisenberg thinks I'm a dog
And with him it's a sure thing
He took me to the greyhound track
And told me to start racing
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