Written by Daniel
DANIEL: This is where your description of me goes. Please be kind, as I am feeling ill lately. My constitution is weak; I feel that even the tiniest mote of slander would push me over the edge, would reduce me to an invalid. Begging for quarters in washrooms and tightening the soiled rope around my waist as I slowly waste away from consumption. Not that I would blame you for my death, but you know how the press can be. -S
Top Cat! The most effectual Top Cat! Who's intellectual close friends get to call him T.C., providing it's with dignity. Top Cat! The indisputable leader of the gang. He's the boss, he's a pip, he's the championship. He's the most tip top, Top Cat.
Hey there where ya goin', not exactly knowin', who says you have to call just one place home. He's goin' everywhere, B.J. McKay and his best friend Bear. He just keeps on movin', ladies keep improvin', every day is better than the last. New dreams and better scenes, and best of all I don't pay property tax. Rollin' down to Dallas, who's providin' my palace, off to New Orleans or who knows where. Places new and ladies, too, I'm B.J. McKay and this is my best friend Bear.
SWIFT: im not changing this. -dd