Cat Songs

[Honeylioness]

Lord of the Pounce (parody of Lord of the Dance)

by Marc Gunn, Bard 8/5/2004

This parody of "Lord of the Dance" was inspired by my friend, Pam Owens, known as Mother Pockets. I thought her idea of "Lord of the Pounce" was easy to parody for my "Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers" CD. And it was. But as I was studying the different lyrics, I realized there was a great "circle of life" story that could be told.

Domesticated cats have been a part of our human culture for centuries. So I decided to make this song tell the story of cats as a part of the human experience, but with heavenly beginnings that will never end.


I pounced in the morning when the world was begun.
I pounced on the moon and the stars all for fun.
I leaped down from heaven, and I pounced on the earth.
When I pounced my first mouse, I had my birth.

[Chorus]Pounce, pounce, wherever you may be
I am lord of the pounce, said he.
I'll run under feet, wherever you may be.
And I'll leap on you in the pounce, said he.

I pounced on the papyrus of the Egyptians
They wouldn't play so I stole their feather pens
I pounced on the fish caught by James and John
They fed me fish then the pounce went on.

[Chorus]

I pounced on the Sabbath, rubbed my head against the lame.
Many people shook their head, said this feline was insane.
I may nap after pouncing, do not think I am gone.
For I just saw a rat, so the pounce goes on.

[Chorus]

I and my lady meowed a song across the plain
The birds came down, and we pounced on each of them.
On the bedchamber floor, I laid my carrion.
Then I raced out the door and I pounced again.

[Chorus]

I dog jumped down, so I leapt up high.
I have nine lives that will never, never die.
I'll pounce on you though you bark at me
I am the Lord of the Pounce, said he.

[Honeylioness]

Danny Boy

music traditional, words Marc Gunn 9/25/2003

This cat song is based on the Irish American folk song, "Danny Boy". Many people don't realize that cats are largely nocturnal creatures. This is the reason they are most active in the middle of the night... and three in the morning when you're trying to sleep. This song is inspired by those sleepless nights. Look for it on my Whiskers in the Jar: Irish Songs for Cat Lovers CD.


Oh Danny Boy, the alarm is not yet ringing.
But I awake with you licking me on my cheek.
The morning's come too soon, and you won't stop meowing.
Why won't you let me get one good night's sleep.

At 3am, I awoke. You were at the window.
You pawed the blinds and meowed loudly to the air.
I threw a pillow and, said, "Would you be quiet!"
You thought a game, and came to chew my hair.

When I come home tonight to find you sleeping.
You look so sweet in the chair that you sheared.
I'll wonder why I have this great desire
To watch you run as I yell into your ear.

For my revenge is only just beginning.
Not a moment's rest, this evening you will see!
'Til 11pm, when I lay down and am dreaming
Then I will sleep in peace... until... the... morn-ing!

[Honeylioness]

A Cat Named Rover (parody of Gypsy Rover)

by Marc Gunn, December 3, 2004

A parody of the Irish folk song, "Gypsy Rover" for my upcoming Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers CD. It was inspired in part by Johnny Cash's song, "A Boy Named Sue" and tells the story of a female cat who runs off with a tough cat named Rover.


A cat named Rover came over the hill
Jumping through the grass so shady
He yowled and meowed till some stones flew down
But he won the purrs of a lady kitty.

Meow-dee-do, meow-dee-mew-dah-day
Meow-dee-do, meow-dee-day-dee
He yowled and meowed till some stones flew down
But he won the purrs of a lady kitty.

She left her favorite scratching post.
She left her Manx cat lover.
She left her human and fancy feast bowl
For a yowling cat named Rover.

She left behind her feathery cat wand
The shoes she shredded of Spanish leather
They yowled and meowed, then some boots flew down
As they ran off together.

Last night, she napped on a goose feather bed,
Ripped a hole in the covers.
Tonight no feathers will be in her mouth,
As she sleeps next to a cat named Rover.

Her human walked all around the hills.
He searched the valley all over.
Sought the Persian that he combed each night.
And that cursed tomcat named Rover

He came at last to a grassy knoll
With a willow tree's leaves bent over.
A large cat sat still as he cleaned his tail.
He recognized the cat named Rover.

"How can you leave your plush cat bed?
The finest fancy feast can ripped open?
How can you leave your Manx cat love,
All for a cat named Rover?

"He is no dog despite his name.
You'll never catch him rolling over.
He'll sire strong kittens and win any cat fight
Because he is a cat named him Rover."

[Honeylioness]

When Kitty Eyes Are Smiling
music traditional, words Marc Gunn 10/2/2003

This cat song is based on the Irish American folk song and St Patrick's Day song favorite, "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling". The songs is a joyful look at the playful and sometimes distructive, but always sweet nature of cats. Look for it on my Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers CD.


There's a kitty eye, watching something dart by
Though he may've seen nothing at all.
Be it game or alive, he wiggles his hind
Then tackles it with his claws.
For a cat roams around like a lion on the prow
And jumps on your shelf with a sprong
So he can meow from great heights and croon through the night
Til it all crashes down, then he's gone.

When kitty eyes are smiling
All the world it is their play
With a leap a cat is soaring
Now your shoe lace is his prey
When kitty hearts are happy
Against your leg, you'll feel them rub
And when kitty eyes are smiling
Sure, you can't help falling in love.

When your sweet kitty's kneeding, some biscuits and dreaming
His cat motor purrs with delight
Sure, he wakes with sleepy eyes, then the sofa he spies
And scratches his claws on the side.
While you're writing a song, you'll know something is wrong
When he lies on your paper to rest
You will laugh all the while and then you will smile
As he falls asleep on your desk.

When kitty eyes are smiling
All the world it is their play
With a leap a cat is soaring
Now your sporran is his prey
When kitty hearts are happy
Against your leg, you'll feel them rub
And when kitty eyes are smiling
Sure, you can't help falling in love.