Lyrics:

Lady Super-Market with an apple in her basket,
Knocks on the manager's door.
Grooning to the Muzak from a speaker in the shoe rack,
Lays out her goods on the floor.
Everything she's chosen is conveniently frozen.
'Eat it and come back for more'

Lady Window-Shopper with a new one in the hopper
Whips up a chemical brew.
Talking to a neighbor while she polishes her sabre,
Knows how to flavor a stew.
Never needs to worry with a tin of Hurry-Curry.
'Poisoned especially for you.'

No use to complain if you're caught out in the rain.
You're mother's quite insane.
Cat food, cat food, cat food, again!

Lady Yellow-Stamper with a fillet in the hamper,
Dying to finish the course.
Goodies for the table with a fable on the label,
Drowning in Miracle Sauce.
Don't think I am that rude if I tell you that it's cat food,
'Not even fit for a horse.'