Old Black Cat Lyrics by Ian Anderson

Old Black Cat

My old black cat passed away this morning
He never knew what a hard day was.
Woke up late and danced on tin roofs.
If questioned Why?  answered, Just because.
He never spoke much, preferring silence:
eight lost lives was all he had.
Occasionally sneaked some Sunday dinner.
He wasnt good and he wasnt bad.
My old black cat wasnt much of a looker.
You could pass him by  just a quiet shadow.
Got pushed around by all the other little guys.
Didnt seem to mind much  just the way life goes.
Padded about in furry slippers.
Didnt make any special friends.
He played it cool with wide-eyed innocence,
Receiving gladly what the good Lord sends.
Forgot to give his Christmas present.
Black cat collar, nice and new.
Thought hed make it through to New Year.
I guess this song will have to do.
My old black cat.
Old black cat