Well your rearview she will haunt,
and your rudder she will taunt,
and shoot your spinner.
Well she’s always on your case.
Your Lavochkin she’ll disgrace,
she’s no beginner.
She’s a Kitty. Whoa whoa whoa, she’s a Kitty
Talkin’ about that little Kitty,
and she’s one tough fe-line.
Well she scrapes the stoop each day,
And she eats pigeon fillet.
Oh, such a stressing!
You can hear her cry and moan,
At the piggies she will drone,
and keep them guessing.
She’s a Kitty. Whoa whoa whoa, she’s a Kitty
Talkin’ about that little Kitty,
she’s a bit o’sunshine.
Well her power may go out,
and her ‘puter is in doubt,
and keyboard greasy.
Well she’s Irish she will mew,
And of "Lock On" she’ll argue,
but keep it breezy.
She is Kitty. Whoa whoa whoa, welcome Kitty
Raise an O’Grolsch to little Kitty,
for she’s today’s headline!
Welcome back :FI:Kitty!!!