Your Cat is a Wanker

If you go down to the Blue Room enough you’re sure to eventually stumble across a favorite band of mine by the name of Dinosaurs are Shit Dragons.
Dinosaurs describe themselves as ‘A Sandgrown attention-deficit catastrophe of Post-Hardcore, Pop and demented Shoegaze, like if you melted some Refused and Duran Duran vinyls together, then played the result whilst shouting disparaging things about celebrities and random social issues out of your window whilst that one legged cat from next door stared at you.’
I can’t better that description so I won’t bother trying.  Anyways, Barry has a nice line in lyrics, encompassing songs such as ‘You can lead a Goth to a Disco but you can’t make him Dance’ and ‘We’re Going to Party till we all Throw-Up, Then We’re Going to Party Some More (Until We Shit Ourselves)’
Quality.
Anyway, they’ve got a song that they never play anymore as Barry hates it.  Personally I love it.  It’s the first thing of theirs I heard.  It’s called, ‘Your Cat is a Wanker’.  
If you’d like a listen, it’s here:http://edilsrecordings.bandcamp.com/track/your-cat-is-a-wanker
Much to Barry’s chagrin, I’m reproducing the lyrics here.  I think every guy has had a battle with a partner’s cat or dog like this - I know I have a running battle with my German Shepherd who seems extremely interested in my sex life - though maybe not with the same results.
Your Cat is a Wanker 
Every time that we try to fuck,He’s always there trying to block my cock, 
And every time I try to touch your norks, 
He jumps to you as if to say you’re his.
He looks at me as if to say, ‘Shut up’
He looks at me as if to say, ‘Shut up
’He looks at me as if to say, ‘Shut up, sugar tits’Your cat’s a fucking wanker
In your room, trying to get a jiggle on,
He’s at the door, scratching it to fuck,
And in the morning, I find his shit in my shoes, 
You think it's funny but I know what he’s up to.
He looks at me as if to say, ‘Shut up’
He looks at me as if to say, ‘Shut up
’He looks at me as if to say, ‘Shut up, sugar tits’Your cat’s a fucking wanker
Well I tried, I tried to have the last laugh, 
I spiked his milk, with Ketamine, I didn't realize he’d become a crack head, 
Stole my TV, now he shits upon the bed.I got a dog, I thought it would chase him off, 
He shanked his balls, and raped him in the arseAnd now my life, it is as your cats bitch, 
You still don't see, what a fucking wanker he is
Barry has since moved on to much more grown-up lyrics about riding giraffes.  If you’d like to hear more you can find them herehttps://www.facebook.com/dinosaursareshitdragons
Thanks for reading