Lyrics:

The Emperor makes his rounds
Master of all Cats
Fat in the Midwest
Emperor rolls his little balls, Catland
Says hi to his pal Walter
For all that smoking in the backyard
The neighbors do not understand
He's an aberration
Even makes a funny noise
He plays great hunter with a ball-point pen
When the cat's away, ah
It's a regular rat day
When the rat's away, ah
King Cat, King Cat can play
I jump around
With my wang in the wind
It flops around
You admired it
I am your neighbor now
You can't stop me now
In exchange
I will even run again
If not
Then all I want is something else

You will ask them for me
In exchange
I'll piss on everything you value
I am the Emperor of Cats
I do what I want now, cats
I do what I want now, cats
I shit outside if I want to
All a part of my, ow, kitty empire