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Now Frasier was an agin' lion Livin' in a cage of iron In a circus out of Tijuana Frasier was their big attraction And he gave them satisfaction Doing it with talent and with honor Yes, he was Growlin' for his daily dinner Frasier kept on getting thinner With each measly can of spam or tuna Times were lean, but he was leaner So one night in Pasadena Through the bars, he split for South Laguna "Oh, cruel is fate, but it's never too late," said Frasier "I'm 91, and I haven't a son, hmm" thought Frasier The blue-eyed truth is I'm ready for euthanasia Ol' Madam Mitaria, a local safari, rescued poor old Frasier Oh, oh First, they combed his tangled tresses Housed him with the lionesses, ha Thinking him a harmless old grand papa Fed him niacin and fluoride-D, one, two, six, 12 and chloride Clams, cod liver oil, cobalt and copper, woo-hoo Younger studs brought in for breeding Wound up beaten, bruised and bleeding Every dawn the same thing kept occurrin' Stretched out on an old sarape There lie Frasier, tired but happy All his ladies on the nest and purrin' "Oh, cruel is fate, but it's never too late" said Frasier "Announce the feast! I am the king of the beasts" yawned Frasier "But king or not, I am certainly hot," grinned Frasier And when you're hot, boys, and hittin' the spot The action will amaze ya True, true, true Children by his wives, 11, added up to 57, mm Such nocturnal bliss he must have tasted For no matter what the nighttime Anytime, daytime, midday, didn't make no difference Just found him fast asleep, just wastin' When the circus owner found him Brought a lawsuit to impound him Claiming, "You cats have to go where we go!" Frasier roared, "Hasta la vista! You think all these girls my sister? I'm in business for myself, amigo!" "Oh, cruel is fate, but it's never too late," groaned Frasier "I thank my stars I'm not behind bars," thought Frasier They pay to see what comes naturally in Asia No African cat ever had it like that and kept it up like Frasier 11 widows, oof, ol' Frasier He's up above, dear Frasier Raising cubs, ol' Frasier Yeah, Frasier Happy, happy, happy, happy Frasier I'ma tell you something about Frasier That Frasier was a bad, bad father Oh yes, he was Oh, that Frasier was a -
Writer(s): Johnny Mercer, Jimmy Rowles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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