Idiot kitty to New York City
Living in a kennel and lookin' big and pretty
Meet the munch for business lunch
But your feet bleed under the table
But Suwannee Jo, you're dark and slow
You dance with a broom and you're filled with ghosts
You smell like liquor and you're high as a hawk
You laugh to yourself but you talk like a rock
Scaredy Kate, back in the Haight
Doesn't answer the phone and eats like a tapeworm
She met Mr.Mike in'89
But she's a hundred pounds heavier and won't go outside
But Suwannee Jo, You're dark and slow
You dance with a broom and you're filled with ghosts
Suwannee Jo, strange beautiful gold,
You can take a woman's husband
but you don't want to marry him
You just want to hold him
Nora Mable, behind your table