My Hostess wrote me a song. But I suspect she stoled it.
I woke up, Maggie, I think you got somethin' to say to me
It's 2:00 a.m. and I really should go back to sleep
I know you're feelin' confused, but I'm not really amused
Oh Maggie, I wish you'd learned a softer meow
The wee small hours when you start to roam really make me mad
But that don't worry you none, you just say, Too darn bad!
You laugh at all of my pleas, when I'm beggin' on my knees
Oh Maggie, guess I'll love you anyhow
You made a Zombie of me right quick
With your late-night bellowing shtick
You stole my sleep, guess I'll learn to live without