Funk on the Mat

All through the house, carpets beware She's got a style that's quite rare No litter sand to cramp her style The bath mat's her stage, she's living wild From the shag rug to the tiles so neat Every surface is her personal seat Miss Feline on the mat, she's got her own groove Doesn't need no litter box, she makes her own rules Leaving her mark, bold and free On that bath mat, she claims her territory Can you dig the beat of her mischievous ways? She's strutting her stuff, in the disco days Yeah, she's the queen, of this house's scene No litter throne, she's in the zone She boogies down, gets around, leaves her trace On the bath mat stage, she's got her space [Chorus] Disco kitty with the funky beat Groovin' on the mat, she don't need no seat On the fluffy mat, her disco den, No litter box confining, she transcends As she drops the beat, we hold our nose It's her funky disco, anything goes In the flash of lights, she leaves her mark Another round, another spark On that bath mat, spotlights glare She twirls and leaps without a care No litter grit between her toes That disco kitty, she just flows [Verse 2] Watch her move, so slick, so sly The gleaming tiles beneath her fly