Song Description
From the Book of Bokonon, as quoted by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., in his book Cat's Cradle
| Song Length |
4:55 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1990 - 1999 |
| |
Lyrics
Cat's Cradle
Oh a sleeping drunkard
up in Central Park
or a lion hunter in the jungle dark
or a Chinese dentist, or the British Queen
all fit together in the same machine.
Chorus:
Nice, nice, very nice
Nice, nice, very nice
Nice, nice, very nice
So many different people
in the same device.
Oh a very sorry people, yes, did I find here
They had no music and they had no beer
And everywhere, where they tried to perch
belonged to Castle Sugar Incorporated,
or the Catholic Church
(Chorus)
And I wanted all things
to seem to make some sense
So we could all be happy, yes
Instead of tense.
So I made up lies, made them all fit nice
And I made this sad world a paradise
(Chorus)
Round and around and around we spin
With feet of lead and wings of tin
If you want to study a granfalloon
Just remove the skin of a toy balloon
Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly
Man got to sit and wonder why, why, why
Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land
Man got to tell himself he understand
(Chorus)
Someday, someday
his crazy world will have to end
and our God will take things back
that he to us did lend
And if on that sad day
you want to scold our God
Go right ahead and scold him,
he'll just smile and nod and say
(Chorus)
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