Written On The Kitten features five songs selected from the set lists we’ve been playing over the last couple of years :

1. Lemonade
2. The Saddist
3. Trouble Is
4. Leather Muppet
5. Kangaroo Girl

Feel free to listen to The Saddist and Leather Muppet here. If you like them and you want to own the Whole Kitten, drop us an email and we’ll tell you how you can send us £4 via Paypal for yer very own copy.

Some questions you might have about The Kitten :

1. Where can I get my hands on it (aww, tch-tch-tch, c’mere puss, tch-tch-tch)?
You can purchase The Kitten at our upcoming Kitten Launch gig to be held “soonish” and “in the Glasgow area”. Specifics when we’ve booked the venue.

2. But won’t I miss x-factor’s that night?
If you miss that event for whatever reason (and let’s face it why watch top quality singing when you can come out and see us instead?), you can buy it off us using Paypal.

3. What did the that darling little pussy do deserve being graffitoed, you heartless brutes? “Darling little pussy”? You don’t know the half of it missus. Let’s put it this way, the stencil we used to put wur monicker on that bastard’s back was made out of a bedsheet. We’re talking King Size here. Yeah the whole world thought the gene-line The Goodies created was at an end, but we know different…

The Saddist

He likes it when it rains
Feels like sympathy from God
A bland and even pain
To fill up his empty world

He eats at tables for one, cos misery’s sweeter alone
And he hasn’t got friends waiting for him to phone
A single pint of bitter beer
Then home to the mirror to pactice his tears

Cos he’s a saddist, he brings everybody down
And he’s glad it’s known all around
That he’s a greetin-faced son of a bitch and he’s coming to your town

A wardrobe full of clothes
Pure black from toe to hair
And because one never knows
Clean black designer underwear

Don’t tell him a joke, cos he won’t see the funny side
He’s got a book of suggestions for suicide
He’s proud of his little black cloud
And he’s only too happy too share it around

Cos he’s a saddist, he brings everybody down
And he’s glad it’s known all around
That he’s a greetin-faced son of a bitch and he’s coming to your town

Yeah he’s a saddist, he brings everybody down
And he’s glad it’s known all around
That he’s a moaning-faced, hell-bent merchant of doom
Yeah he’s a broken-faced, sad act, purveyor of gloom
Yeah, he’s a greetin-faced son of a bitch and he’s coming to your town