Lyrics: CatBox Girls

(Trubble sings "CatBox Girls" to the tune of The Beach Boy's "California Girls")

Well the East Coast cats are dips
I dig and bury those styles they wear.
And the way they clean their littler box
Knocks me out when I breathe there.

The mid-west farmer cats I feel that they're not wrapped too tight.
And the north ones want trout for a kiss.
And go cattin' out all night.

I wish they all could be Trubble's Catbox
I wish they all could be Trubble's Catbox
I wish they all could be Trubble's Catbox Girls.

The west coast has the howlers
And their voice could wake the dead.
And they don't have sense to get offa the fence
And get a shoe upside the head.

I been all around this great big web
And seen all kinds of girls.
But then I thought...If that's all they got,
I'd rather date a bunch of squirrels.

I wish they all could be Trubble's Catbox
I wish they all could be Trubble's Catbox
I wish they all could be Trubble's Catbox Girls.

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