Whiskers

Whiskers, whiskers, whiskers, whiskers
I see whiskers on your face
The way you look is a disgrace
I guess nothing could take the place of your whiskers, your whiskers
Ha ha, have to laugh you see
'Cause this is where I'd like to be
This and that would seem quite strange
And you couldn't even want to die
If the problem was like that
You can say that to the cutter
Oh no no I think you better
You see we were thinking of leaving too